Tuesday, May 30, 2017

The Wise Crone

Her old and grizzled graces
Hold up amongst the faces
That pass her in their races
For what they see as freedom

To her they are all wandering
As she sits calmly pondering
The true joys they are squandering
For she knows they cannot see them

She knows regret as revelation
Forgiveness as a true salvation
And suspension of one’s expectations
Can grow such endless joy

Still green is grass as well as money
With one as vinegar and one as honey
And some may find her answer funny
But she knows want tends to cloy

So she walks on uninhibited
With a smile life once prohibited
And a regalness exhibited
By the looseness of her spine

For those who actually notice
In this world so out of focus
She floats much like the lotus
And is equally divine

Saturday, May 13, 2017

The Love Created

When the hand you held in times of fear
Has so abruptly disappeared
And the shoulder that once caught your sorrows
Is no longer there tomorrow
Focus then on heart and spirit
You can feel it, you can hear it
Deep within and all around
Your world still echoes with the sound
Their presence through your joy and pain
Still burns inside you like a flame
So toast the laughter and allow for weeping
For the love created was meant for keeping

Thursday, May 4, 2017


My very first hero is lost to me
My protector, debater, and friend
My guide on how good music could be
With a vast choice of genres to blend
A professor of punctuality
That being on time showed you care
A pinnacle of functionality
When you wore uniforms and short hair
I’ll remember you so well respected
And loved but the many who knew you
So many good times we collected
I’m not ready for them to be through