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Sunday, February 26, 2017

Global Warming Starts In Your Heart


How do you see the world
               Dark with power and greed driving humankind
               Whims and waves of love, hate and indifference
               Hollow and to be filled with seeking your own satisfaction
               A cosmic machine with mysterious gears turning as designed by veiled forces of destiny
How do you see the world
What of our heart and soul
Is there something in us that speaks of what can be
Is there a light and a fire that offers a path, a way to more
Warming the globe one heart at a time



Love Poem To The Internet


I was not connected until I met you
I spent time reading and thinking
I was satisfied in my own little world
My home was a place to unwind

You opened a big  world to me
I have more friends now then my graduating class in high school
I had give up on being popular by the eighth grade
Now I spend most of my waking hours keeping up with my 650 friends

I can’t imagine my life without you
Fact is I just can’t imagine any more
I’m not sure when I last spent a night alone at home
I wonder where I put my reading glasses


My Teeth Are Old


Well so am I
One hurts today
 In a familiar way
The pain is one that speaks of doom
I’ve had this tooth fairy tale before
It will end in death
And a root canal
My teeth have served me well
Six score and more
Still chewing well
Take out the nerve
Yet life continues
With one more skeleton in my mouth

Saturday, February 25, 2017

My Tattoo



If I had a tattoo
It would be to honor you
Ink upon my belly

An ever expanding love

Time

Where does time go

A bucket at the end of the ever expanding universe

Does it roll along like a convey belt

 Seconds speeding off into the dark hole of the past

 Or perhaps time simply evaporates after it passes our being

We know time is also like dust

Layer upon lay has formed geological formations

We can read the past

All that time piles up

I don’t know what to do with the past

It is ok to visit it occasionally

To tour the mine

But I think it is best not to dig too deep


Saturday, February 18, 2017

I'm Ok


I am not a young person
I am not a middle aged person
My label is senior citizen
Senior: a high ranking person in our country
I have climbed the ladder of success
My ladder only has a few rungs
Many freshmen, sophomores and juniors have surpassed me
Do I feel diminished
No I’m Ok
Athletics…..I’m Ok
Building, remodeling……I’m Ok
Driving, motorcycling….I’m Ok
Gardening, tree trimming…..I’m Ok
In fact almost everything I do is just Ok
That is just fine with me…..I’m Ok


Friday, February 17, 2017

Cycleology


Riding has risks and rewards
No caged creature anymore
Wrapped in iron and safety glass
 Riding the wind on your ass

The road an invitation too
Leaning , seeing, breathing in the place
Getting there not just a task
Wrapped in iron and safety glass

Practicality speaks the facts
Crashing, tipping, going down
Crumpled body, brain a jellied mass
Best if wrapped in iron and safety glass

Hushed voices speak of ways to turn
The biker’s love of air and sky
Sell the bike, be secure at last
Wrapped in iron and safety glass

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Love Is Not A Thing


Love is not a thing
Nor an expression
Love is a gift
Of a decision
To give
One self
To another’s                                                                                                                  
Best interests
Best directions
To be a part
Of them
Being who
They were made
To be

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

If Life Were A Set Track


When I was in my twenties

I longed to have a set direction

To me a set track seemed the answer to all my worries and concerns

Just drop into it and live

No questions about what I should do

Where I should go

I don’t know if my young adult life was more tortured than others

I do know that I did experience enough angst and anxiety

I thought if I knew what to do, all would be well

I did not realize that I was just starting to learn who I was

Wandering, weaving, circling, falling, and floundering

Helped me move

Toward being me

A track is a wish that should never be granted

Life is all about a process

To live is to make one’s own tracks 

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

My Valentine To You


The love I understand today
Is different than the one I knew
The day that I met you

I need not tell in words
We’ve lived it out together
Through bright and stormy weather

Not all have had the chance
To find the love we found
For it takes growth above and below the ground


Monday, February 13, 2017

Cold Storage


Do you remember our freeing love

It lifted us

It spun us around

It opened the gates of our hearts


We watered it with time

Together

Sharing

Dreaming

Listening

Accepting

Holding each other


What happened next is not a mystery

But how we got there is

Was it me

Was it you

Was it us


Our love is in cold storage

Doing Nothing



I am learning how to do nothing

My cat is my teacher

Take a walk in the woods with a willing cat

They will demonstrate the art of simple existence

Really there is no such thing as doing nothing, as my cat has taught me

Although my hearing and smell are nowhere near that of my cat, I am learning to observe

It is quite work, demanding the discipline of stillness

If we all did less of busy and more of nothing we would discover our thoughts

Troubles often come when one becomes aware of themselves

Don’t worry the wind and the sun, the clouds and the rain, and all of nature will speak sense back into your life

Muster up the courage to do nothing today


You will be surprised what you accomplish

Sunday, February 12, 2017

I Can't Help If I'm Shallow


Self improvement books have never been good for me

They either seem cliché and simple in formula or they cause me to feel very small and broken

I gave up on such books many years ago

There seems to be a preoccupation with growing in importance and influence

The voices in those books are loud and sometimes even boisterous

Hey, I just want to survive this world and find a niche that brings a sense of purpose

How to be a deep person who inspires others is out of my league

Anyway, I believe the depth of our soul cannot be expanded

I have depth in my soul, but I’m just a shallow person

  

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Exercise Yourself


I routinely see a guy jogging, while carrying 2 long handled sledge hammers

They must weigh 20 pounds or more each

I wonder how he got the idea of this unique cardio exercise

Maybe he is a descendant of John Henry
   
Perhaps he is a retired railroad worker, who is not ready to put down the tools of his trade

He may be the only person on this globe who exercises in such a way


I don’t think he is setting a new trend, but every morning commuters see someone being themselves

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Masseuse



One need not be wealthy to have a masseuse

Who kneads at one’s muscles until they are loose

Just go to the shelter and pick out a cat

Then feed it and love it and let that be that

As it starts to love you and trust you for care

The cat will be with you wherever is where

Then soon it will settle whenever you’re down


It’s paws will start working and going to town

Exist Stance



Do I need to be heard

Or are my words enough

The creative spark that starts the line

The thought that weaves and ties

The words upon the page

Is that enough


If they lay alone

Never pondered never weighed

Silent to the world around

Are they seeds

Dead in the ground

Or is that enough


A smile

A nod

A note

Is that required

Or in the doing


Is that enough

Bunny Balls



Today I found a crime scene

A murder had taken place on my woodland path

It would go unnoticed by the untrained eye

The casual walker

The preoccupied multitasker

The daily dogged traveler

But not by a cat walker such as I

We travel with a method

Walk, look, stop, smell and listen

 Rabbit fur

Not scattered in disarray

Just a few


Bunny balls

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

The Guest



I invited a squirrel to move into our house

It has been a very cold winter

This little guy seemed to be suffering

He is quite skinny and often gets chased away from the food I put out by the other squirrels

Evidently he is the low guy in the peanut gallery

The little fellow graciously accepted my invitation

The first few minutes he seemed to be a very polite guest

Staying on the floor and roaming the kitchen picking up crumbs of food

I thought maybe I won’t have to sweep the floor as often

He then went airborne

Drapes, furniture and hoping from picture to picture

The episode evolved into utter chaos and destruction

After corning him in the guest room where he had shredded a comforter

I succeeded in capturing him

I wisely was donned with leather work gloves

He had the nerve to attempt to chew my fingers off

We parted with some heated words

I did not understand him nor did he understand me

The only lesson I can glean from this experience is squirrels should not be allowed in one’s house

The only generalization that came out of this fiasco came from the lips of my wife

“Never do anything without asking me first” 


Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Purposeful



Warning, just because it appears that I am useless; take care with your judgment

One can never be sure about what is happening below the surface

Remember icebergs only reveal one third of their presents

I consider myself a very deceptive person

I may not know what I am doing, but I’ve accomplished much more than expected

My first grade teacher confided with my mother that I probably would not graduate from high school

Ha, I got a college degree

Sure my hair is usually a mess

Sure I have no interest in fashion and most of the time look rather sloppy


Looks can be deceptive and so can success.

Clutter



I was putting my snow shovels up in my garage attic today

It is May 5th so I figured I wouldn’t need them anymore

It was fun to look around and checkout all the stuff I have up there

There are things I really don’t need any more

Maybe I should throw out the junk and sell the good stuff

I got to thinking about all the stuff I have in the attic of my head

There are items that could be recycled and others that it would warrant to toss

I am not sure how to decide what is worth keeping

I have a friend who a few weeks ago woke up in the morning to discover he had tossed out stuff from his attic

His wife quickly realized something was not quite right

She started asking him simple questions: “How many grandchildren do you have?”  What is the date?
 
Who is the president of the United States, Who do you work for etc.

 Other than remembering his name, his wife’s name and his children’s name; he pretty much drew a blank

Off they went to the ER

While in the car much to the dismay of his wife he thought the situation was rather humorous

Hours of tests revealed the brain was functioning fine

He had not suffered a stroke as his wife had feared

The diagnosis was Temporary Global Amnesia

The amnesia usually doesn’t last more than a day

Seems like my friend decided to toss out the majority of his attic’s contents

Someone had the sense to haul it all back for him
   
He regained his memory within 24 hours

At least he had the sense to hold on to his wife’s name


Monday, February 6, 2017

It Is Winter



I am sitting in my kitchen watching the snow fall

I just love watching the snow come down and pile up

The harder it snows the happier I am

Piling snow brings me great joy

I can get consumed in watching a snowstorm, being compelled to minute by minute asses the snowfall

I liken it to a person who is obsessed with money


I just love watching it pile up
Animated Photo

Sunday, February 5, 2017

I Don't Like Poetry


Poetry is puzzling to me

Why use lots of words to explain something simple

Reminds me of papers I wrote for class, which required a minimum number of words

Granted it is a creative feat to craft words in such a way to transport one’s mind and spirit to another world

I certainly do marvel at the beauty of such composition, but my mind does better with simple

You know a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

Don’t try to reach my heart with chestnut soup with grilled garlic crostini


Just give me tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich 

Saturday, February 4, 2017

I Am My Own Best Friend



Friendships can be rather messy and painful too

Without ill intent, others can hurt our feelings and bring great disappointment

Granted there are many advantages, like keeping one connected to reality

I have noticed when I spend large blocks of time alone I can lose perspective

I grow larger than life and become a linchpin in social progress

I rather enjoy such a position and find talking to myself very enlightening

Who would have ever imagined I would have a friend like me


Friday, February 3, 2017

THE OPEN PLAINS


I have never spent much time in the open plains

I am a northern forest guy

My mind is used to being crowd in by trees

Tall towering pines and little scrubby stuff too

I enjoy the lofty ones

Spreading their branches to embrace the open sky

There certainly is power in those trees

Speckled Alder is the obstacle

It often is impossible to work around it

One must just crash through

We call it bushwhacking

Maybe being born in the north woods predestines one's thought process

I am certainly not a free thinker

I rather struggle getting to my destination


I think the open plains would get me into a lot of trouble