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26 April 2016

Sacred Spread

Sacred Spread
23 April 2016

My heart’s homeward bound
To the original homestead;
To the ranch, miles from town
Out to the old spread.
With wheat fields all around,
The way it touches me’s profound.
It’s where my soul gets fed
To make this my sacred ground.

I walk barefooted, feeling
The dirt between my toes.
I breathe deeply, healing
My heart from its woes.
Tension leaves me, kneeling
I sense the Earth’s vibratos.
Yes, I’m connected, appealing
For the peace this place bestows.

17 April 2016

Rationalize Exercise

Rationalize Exercise
9 April 2016

Does going depend on how I feel?
Can I give myself the right spiel
And remind myself of the ideal
To achieve muscles of steel?
If I stay or go
Only I will know,
But the results will show
As buff or marshmallow.
What difference will it make
If I choose not to partake?
My resolution, I’ll forsake,
And avoid any pain or ache.
I should go to the gym
If I want to stay trim,
But maybe today on a whim
I’ll do the antonym.
Just this once, I’ll stay,
Only for this time, today.
Next time I’ll say,
“I’m going anyway.”

12 April 2016

Malign Turbine

This week one of my poems was published by my hometown newspaper. Last Fall wind turbines were installed and are now operational: http://sjrnews.com

Malign Turbine
1 April 2016

For some, turbines mean pollution for the eyes
In an effort to reduce pollution in the skies.

Wind turbines can be seen as towers with spikes
Which endanger flying birds with strikes,

Or they can be viewed in comparison
As graceful spinners turning in unison.

I have memories of the gusty wind blowing
Making it hard to get to where I was going.

The wind became an implacable foe,
Pushing me where it wanted me to go,

Always plucking at my hair and clothes.
Some relief came with sunset furloughs.

The wind still continues in its abuse,
But it’s finally been lassoed into some use.

Those who moan and wail about the view shed,
Won’t get much sympathy from us Monticello bred.

01 April 2016

Vegas Ruckus

Vegas Ruckus
29 March 2016

The bewildered look on my face
Says I’m not in Kansas anymore.
I’m feeling so out of place,
Where there’s sinning galore.
They told me Vegas would be fun,
But here I’m feeling overcome.
Out on the street there’s too much sun.
Where did all these people come from?
It’s effin’ easy to be overrun.
Everything here’s so much bigger.
It’s really way over the top.
It’s all too much for my vigor.
Let me go home or make it all stop.

26 March 2016

Little Bunny Fu Fu

Little Bunny Fu Fu
Retold 14 March 2016

Down by the station
Early in the morning,
Little Bunny Fu Fu
Hoppin’ thru the forest,
Pickin’ up field mice,
And boppin’ ‘em on the head.
Down came the Good Fairy who said,
“Little Bunny Fu Fu
I don’t like to see you
Picking up the field mice,
And bopping ‘em on the head.
Your behavior’s kind of strange,
I’ll give you three chances to change.
If you don’t behave soon,
I’ll change you into a goon!”

The next day:
Little Bunny Fu Fu
Hoppin’ thru the forest,
Pickin’ up field mice,
And boppin’ ‘em on the head.
Down came the Good Fairy who said,
“Little Bunny Fu Fu
I don’t want to see you
Picking up the field mice,
And bopping ‘em on the head.
Your behavior’s kind of strange,
You have two more chances to change.
If you don’t behave soon,
I’ll change you into a goon!”

The very next day:
Little Bunny Fu Fu
Hoppin’ thru the forest,
Pickin’ up field mice,
And boppin’ ‘em on the head.
Down came the Wood Fairy who said,
“Little Bunny Fu Fu
I just hate to see you
Picking up the field mice,
And bopping ‘em on the head.
Your behavior’s kind of strange,
You have one more chance to change.
If you don’t change your tune,
You’ll become a goon!”

The very next morning:
Little Bunny Fu Fu
Hopping thru the forest,
Picking up field mice,
And bopping them on the head.
Down came the Wood Fairy who said,
“Little Bunny Fu Fu
I just hate to see you
Picking up the field mice,
And bopping them on the head.
Today’s just like yesterdays,
You haven’t changed your ways.”
Poof! She changed Little Bunny Fu Fu
Into a goon.

The moral of the story is
Hare today, goon tomorrow.
Do what the Wood Fairy says
To avoid heartache and sorrow.

15 March 2016

Mission Permission

Mission Permission
12 March 2016

If I give myself full permission
To do the necessary fun things,
As a part of my personal ambition,
I’ll experience joy so my heart sings.
I need to arrange my say-so
To make sure all systems are go.
No more mediocre, nor so-so;
It’s full speed ahead from the get-go.
Aiming high with personal dispensation
I can achieve anything I want to.
On my authority and authorization
I’ll accomplish what I’m wont to.
Yes, doing what pleases me
Lets my inner child sing.
Even if it means flaunting society,
I’ll have fun doing my thing.

09 March 2016

Enjoy Joy

Enjoy Joy
7 March 2016

I have joy, joy, joy in the morning.
It makes me sing, sing, sing my heart out.
I’m telling you all of this as a warning
Because that’s the way my days start out.
I just love feeling fine.
In the morning, I have joy
And true happiness is mine.
Poetry and songs, I employ
To express these strong feelings.
I savor the sense of accomplishment
As I go thru the day’s dealings
And handle them without embellishment.
I’m telling you all of this as a warning
Because that’s the way my days start out.
I have joy, joy, joy in the morning.
It makes me sing, sing, sing my heart out.

05 March 2016

Tribal Survival

This story in the San Francisco Chronicle inspired the poem below:

http://projects.sfchronicle.com/2016/living-with-aids/story/

Tribal Survival
3 March 2016

A part of me wanted to shed a tear,
But my well of feeling was so deep
It felt more like mourning’s nadir.
Profound feelings managed to seep
To the depths of my weary soul.
I was reading stories of long-term
Survivors of the hiv and AIDS  toll.
They coped while others became infirm,
And tended them until they expired.
The survivors living on to become
Victims themselves, overwhelmed and tired.
In some cases getting to be scum,
Too sick to work, but too healthy to perish;
Ending up in medical and financial limbo.
In an effort to avoid more nightmarish
Emotional trauma, they isolated in woe.
Still living and struggling to adjust,
In trying to keep it all together,
Some days it’s been a case of just
Putting one foot in front of the other.
But it’s not over until the fat lady sings.
Disappointment, joy, loss, love, despair,
Boredom, hope and gratefulness are fillings
For their individual stories of life’s scare.
In a few cases older men have connected.
Ultimately, who will be the last man standing;
The last man to tell his tale, respected
For enduring to the final disbanding?

23 February 2016

Horsehead Homestead

Horsehead Homestead
21 Feb 2016

Out in a rural western state,
Along with the mesas and canyons,
Located miles from the interstate
Are foothills of junipers and piñons.

There’s a small town between
The tilled lands and the forest
From which a horsehead can be seen.
On the mountainside, it’s manifest.

Whether in or out of bed,
Out on the old homestead
They want the horsehead
To stand them in good stead.

With good luck besides,
The spirit of the horse
High on the mountainsides
Watches over their course.

The horsehead keeps its watch,
Looking at the Colorado plateau;
Across scenery that’s top-notch,
Over the years thru sun or snow.

18 February 2016

Night’s Sights

Night’s Sights
17 Feb 2016

While camping out in a remote area, I went to bed
And dreamed about the Milky Way arched overhead.
The sky was festooned with stars strewn
As points of light along with the moon.

I read a children’s simple story,
Full of imagery and all allegory,
Where the kids traveled in train cars
Out to talk to the moon and stars.

There was a sword and sorcery novel,
Where the hero started in a hovel,
Then grew up and gained magical avatars
To pull power from the moon and stars.

I read a science fiction book
With its futuristic outlook.
It was a rocket pilot’s memoirs
About flying to outlying stars.