Archive for the ‘my diary’ Category

on my collar

November 8, 2018

i’m your basic junkyard dog
a guardian, not friend
i’m here for your protection
and trained to serve that end

i don’t play, i’m not a pet
i have no pedigree
what i do is dangerous
so stay away from me

you will hear my praises sung
my deeds, some catalogue
most of what you hear is true
i am a real ‘good dog’

but being good is not the same
as being kind or nice
you can love me all you want
but please take this advice…

those who choose to get too close
will find it a mistake
possibly, regrettably
the very last they make


declining your ‘friend’ request

October 20, 2018

at times, i wish i felt differently
able to understand or ignore
what appears to me so frivolous
in your manner, speech, and thought

oblivious, disinterested, disengaged
or otherwise plainly preoccupied
by petty, passionless pursuits
in lieu of the risks occasioned by desire

on its face, your smile reflects a happy logic
removed from some degree of the daily dose
inflicted on those who go ‘all in’
bearing their wit, their heart, their soul

what ignorance you must imagine in us
who expose ourselves to these elements
these all-too-consuming ambitions
capable of crushing the hardiest of spirits

fools, racing along the edge of the abyss
daring to look down despite our fears
challenging the sovereignty of fate
with full knowledge of the likely outcome

beaten, bloodied, barely able to continue
we must look a horror – on our worst days
those few when you can look comfortably at us
without wondering, questioning, or dreaming




September 27, 2018

i don’t know how to say it
i doubt i ever will
yet i sense this silence
holds something sweeter still

a moment more and passion
will overtake us both
embracing to a kiss
perhaps, one day, an oath

but nothing, more or less
is likely to compare
to all i now perceive
as this instant makes aware

if poetry possesses
the words my soul would don
i could not speak them anyway
for all my breath is gone

season’s greetings

December 21, 2017

time and distance make me lonely
when together grown too long
make my heart and spirit wary
but i need to carry on

so i built a little shelter
put my thoughts of you away
never wishing to forget them
they’re held close each night i pray

and i wake with good intentions
but don’t write or make a call
life is busy and forgetful
it makes monsters of us all

what’s important gets confusing
when i’m rushing here and there
i can leave the misimpression
i’ve forgotten, i don’t care

then the season comes upon me
and what seemed to be too hard
is as simple as is sharing
my best wishes in a card

though the words that pass between us
are too fleeting and too few
every day of life’s been brighter
since the day that i met you

and i wish you season’s greetings
with the joy, and peace, and love
that your friendship has since blessed me
as if sent from up above

a dancer’s resolution

December 31, 2016

i used to love to dance
to move across the floor
and take the willing hand
of one unknown before

there’s something life-affirming
in reaching out to share
to steady, to encourage
a step, a move, a dare

somewhere in those moments
i felt the clock stand still
as if, for just a second
it bent to serve my will

but now, it’s new year’s eve
and time has fled so fast
without this precious gift
that used to make it last

so somehow i will manage
despite my circumstance
to capture time this year
by taking him to dance

the contented spirit

July 27, 2015

this shadow of a withered ghost
drifts in and out of consciousness
drawing its slow and shallow breath
from sweet but fading memories

images of one who truly was
if for preciously brief moments
someone, something, seen as special
through the eyes of promising youth

time and tired distance lengthens
as the bonds upon the soul slip
but here, amidst it all, is a sight
like looking down upon the earth

strange to see the order of it
that rough outline of the maze
sensing every twist and turn
every step and weekend lost

it must seem a curse to some
those fearful, wistful, empty hearts
tracing their few and simple paths
uncertain still where it all ends

but what a beauty is the life well lived
its stunning mosaic wipes away
the loss, regret, and ends of being
to reveal the long desired path toward home

a lasting kiss

December 12, 2011

somewhere in the moment
your lips first touched to mine
a gentle loving smile
crept upon the face of time

and he whispered in the darkness
‘cross the distance we call space
so together these dimensions
might hold fast to our embrace

in the instant, all drew quiet
as life’s hurried motion ceased
its weight, its doubt, its worry
from our souls at once released

through the stillness of forever
we kissed eternity
no past or future touching on
its present memory

though the world has since resumed
and the miles turned to days
the moment lingers constant
with the thoughts our hearts conveyed

and we, at times, so far apart
when weak, or in despair
seek shelter in the knowledge               
we’ll find each other there

what matters

November 30, 2011

yours is mine as yesterday
was so much like tomorrow
and what will be
our tears foresee
in joy as well as sorrow

for everything is everything
and nothing ever changes
but time and space
a name, a face
and wisdom through the ages

which is to say, in some respects
the world is what we make it
its soul, its heart
so much a part
of we who oft mistake it

if there were (1982)

April 11, 2011

if there were words
for all that we feel
a page could bring comfort
and help one’s heart heal
through wisdom conveyed
in the thoughts it revealed

and if there were stars
in every night sky
for passionate lovers
to be guided by
the sound of a kiss
would consume every sigh

and if there were peace
through all of this land
then children of all men
could walk hand in hand
conquering hatred
by deed, not command

and if there were faith
within each of us
if we but believed
as a matter of trust
in God and the heavens
and did as we must…

together with courage
the words we would find
to comfort each heart
to love, to be kind
and make our own peace
with whomever we find.


February 27, 2011

what is it that makes her special
makes her presence felt so deeply
midst this talented collection
of degrees in arts and letters

could it be she is so careful
to observe the best in people
and to share those observations
with assuring inspiration

what accomplishment is greater
than to lift the human spirit
through such genuine expression
that one’s memory records it

none of all our so-called brilliance
ever shined nearly as brightly
as the light from thoughts we treasure
when our hearts seem lost in darkness

this life lesson did she teach me
while her own world was in shadows
when I stopped to offer comfort
but instead found myself healed.

for my good friend Heather Lewis upon her retirement