understanding dinosaurs

March 22, 2017

we dinosaurs are big
our steps lumber
and our voices boom

but we’re not really mean
just difficult
or often confused

we try to talk, to tweet
text emojis
and pix on snapchat

but we’re not very good
our eyes are old
and our fingers, slow

still, we remember things
like privacy
civil rights, world wars

and standing up to fear
ours and others
for shared principles

able, still, to give our lives
(or what’s left of them)
for these gifts you enjoy

so, be patient with us
some use remains
as dangers likewise

we’ll be fossils soon enough
a resource, one last time
in, and as long, as our wisdom

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come home

March 20, 2017

i know we haven’t spoken
for far too many years
a distance which, for both i fear
has shed too many tears

i know that you feel cheated
and blame me when you’re mad
no more or less, than me i guess
though all i feel is sad

but every night you’ve spoken
i’ve hung on every word
and every prayer you’ve whispered
i promise it’s been heard

i beg you, rest the prophets’ words
their dogma and your fear
listen, grant your soul its voice
your father is right here

here, in strength, in breath, in thought
in all you have achieved
having had more faith in you
than you yourself conceived

proud, without ambition’s greed
of goodness said and done
of heart, of mind, of spirit full
in causes lost and won

yet darling one, i’ve missed you most
when pain has wracked your life
for little has meant more to me
than helping ease your strife

come home, renew my purpose
give me, as i gave you
the chance to love, to revel
in all your soul can do

if you knew

March 8, 2017

if you knew you didn’t know
would you want to…yes or no?
if you did, you’d ask me though
which you haven’t, so you’re slow…

keep up…

if you’re truly so inclined
and you seek, that’s what you’ll find
as accords your state of mind
but you can’t just sit there blind…

look out…

it’s a thought, why can’t you see
you need to feel, not just to be
sense your heart, your soul, they’re key
if you can’t, then you’re not free…

breathe deep…

it’s not how, it’s always why
doesn’t matter, but you try
better broken, than a lie
so you fall, you learn to cry…

move on…

if you knew you didn’t know
would you want to…yes or no?
if you did, you’d ask me though
which you haven’t; there you go…

you’re done.

human resources

March 3, 2017

“chivalry is dead” she said
“our h.r. won’t permit it”
everyone is equal now
regardless of who did it

so boys who pick on girls are told
(just like the girls) to “quit it”
and if they don’t, complaints are made
then formally submitted

i prefer the olden days
when far less need be said
we’d chat, and if that didn’t work
we’d take a walk instead

cause sometimes words are not enough
to get it through one’s head
and while it’s true, we hurt a few
most learned before they bled

moments

February 27, 2017

drip, drop; tick, tock
as the water, as the clock
holds its petty, steady, pace
creeping, crawling, to a race

shifting, sifting, grains of sand
slipping through each aging hand
strips the soul of conscious breath
yet reveals no view of death

what’s in this; its pain, its bliss
in the thought, the choice, the kiss
if we know no youth, no prime
if we simply can’t tell time

life, so dear, of length, unclear
are your moments, as they near
touched by fate, at least in part
meant to stir the soul, the heart

so to break the will, the mind
from those best laid plans confined
from those schemes, so long conceived
so one’s dreams might be achieved

orange mice and yellow cats

February 17, 2017

orange mice and yellow cats
love poetry and wonder
and hide, outside, despite the risk
of lightning, rain, and thunder

they dance the floors of God’s good earth
beneath the stars on balance beams
furnished by their friend the moon
to spark their fancies, hopes, and dreams

and all the world remains to them
a mystery, enticing
a multi-flavored layer cake
of every type of icing

they can’t understand why some
would sacrifice what they might see
or hide, inside, within a box
to fit what others thought they’d be

i’m sad so few can see them
but gladder still, they caught your eye
for while we’re here, each glimpse of them
helps explain the reason why

the wisdom of saint valentine

February 12, 2017

love remains unqualified
unquantified, innate
beyond mere words’ capacity
to capture or relate

yet much of that which makes it so
our language can define
in terms not quite as beautiful
but equally divine

in part, it’s simply passion
the first of nature’s fire
the spark, both brief and blinding
which draws us to desire

it’s promise, it’s a confidence
a faith as lit as lust
its bond, at times unspoken
an absolute, a trust

and with it, understanding
a knowledge of the soul
the best, the worst, the everything
that makes the other whole

but none is more important
in practice or effect
than holding, with that knowledge
a loved one in respect

for in this form of reverence
we’re lifted and restrained
whatever weighs upon us
when life feels too constrained

this saint, this day, they’re offered
to celebrate that truth
the heart, so freely given
and through it, endless youth

all i’ll say i missed

January 20, 2017

if i’m to leave this world
to die before the spring
say i left it happy
except for just one thing

for all i dreamed, i chased
with many prizes won
and barely a regret
to any cause begun

no failure did i know
no pain, no true remorse
as great as might have been
had i not stayed my course

but time, he sets his limits
and some things i won’t see
and others, by his hand
quite simply cannot be

among them, you and i
the moment we first kissed
which, given how i lived
is all i’ll say i missed

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

it

December 27, 2016

i had it once
but let it go
to dream, to chase
youth’s quid pro quo

it reappeared
a time or two
but older then
i’d work to do

and as approached
my middle years
while conquering
my greatest fears

came face to face
with it once more
yet let it pass
as if unsure

till age arrived
to find me scared
of feelings held
but undeclared

which, withered now
reveal a cost
beyond the prize
of any lost

as i grieve not
for what was then
but dread, instead
it comes again