Bai He (White Crane)

A white bird standing

Contemplates heaven and earth

Then flies to the west

Breathe

There is no sky.

No rain. No sun.

No day or night I see.

There is no rest.

No word. No tear.

No song or prayer I hear.

I live each day.

To know.  To breathe.

The freedom I desire

Summer

The heat, haze, and buzz

Blue sky clouds, distant thunder

Scent of falling rain

Wait for Me

Wait for me she called
And I took her hand in mine
We walked together
Season to season
And then she was away

I see her now
With different hands
That call, and cry, and sing
She calls to them. They wait for me.
Then they fly away

We walk together, twilight nears
She takes my hand in hers
And waits with me
As seasons end
Never more away

Winter

How softly it falls
White upon the wooded hills
Silent, still, and cold.

Biological Blues

Sleepy eyed and weary
Foxy, sly and dreary
Triplicate moondrops outside
Upon my table plopping
Simple sudden smack shots
Reds and yellows popping
Interstellar spaceman
Living in a tin can
Passing through a time uncertain
Living in a room with curtains
Simplified and undetected
The worse for wear and now defected

Mouse and Cat

Hickory tickory tat
Outside with the mouse and the cat
Who went to get high
And then by and by
Upon their fat asses they sat

Hickory tickory tat
The police caught up with the cat
For he'd earned quite a name
While dealing cocaine
And the mouse was really a rat

Secondhand Daydreams

In a roomful of blues
And a touch of light feeling
Awoke to a kiss
And a leaky blue ceiling

In a corner far removed
I heard a mouse snore
And his song sang a rhythm
Better than before

From a closet out of sight
Strode a giant and he roared
Lest you think the contrary
Its better than before

Though so very real they are
So lively and with feeling
They quickly fade as sight and sound
Mere shadows on the ceiling

Lost in Loco

Singletary solitary

Ever changing

Never varies

Simple toe jam

Round the merry

Never changing

Ever varies

Jerk down sweetness

Lime pole dairy

Fatback peakless

Child be wary

Roll tide smoothly

Clever rogue name

Sometimes unruly

Never the same

Bei Ji Xing

In the morning, I look to the east
Because that is where my light is.

In the evening, I look to the west
Because she is waking there.

Everyday, I see heaven and earth
Because the wind whispers her name.

Autumn

The season changes
Leaves turn in the fading light
And let go the past

Addiction

Alone in the dark
Crying for the day
Afraid of the dawn

Megan O'Malley

Megan O'Malley
Lives in the valley
Just south of Dun O' Dell

Her house has a door
A roof and a floor
Two windows and a little green bell

The trees all about
Are sturdy and stout
The garden is bright and gay

The clouds in the sky
Drift sleepily by
And the sun shines brightly all day

Her friends come to call
Spring, summer and fall
In winter they have a grand time

They sing and they shout
And jump all about
In the wind, rain, snow and sunshine










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A Fool and His Money

There is a saying that a fool and his money are soon parted.  I disagree.  A fool has no money.  He is simply holding it until the real owner comes along to claim it. 

The Stone

Like a stone into uncertain waters

Sending ripples to every shore

And then returning from whence it came

Leaving stillness in its wake

 

With Respect, Love and Gratitude

Irish Blessing

Bless all those in this house,
And all who come and go.
Bless our friends and family,
And those we've yet to know.
May their cares be ever light,
Their journey straight and clear.
And so remain within our heart,
Whether far or near.

For Helen

Speak to me
Softly
Lay your words as morning dew
Upon my heart
And do not leave so long as they remain

For Margaret

Now comes the darkness
A welcome respite, and
Eternal peace

Rain

Rain falling softly
Tenderly touching leaves, and
Dancing in puddles

Saving Grace

Why did you leave?

     I cannot say.

We loved you so.

     From day to day.

We never knew.

     It hides sometimes.

A fatal flaw?

     A word unkind.

You did not say.

     A silent scream.

You did not care.

     Too much it seems.

What could we do?

     No more, no less.

A final word?

     A soft caress.

What then remains?

     A quiet place.

Forgiveness then?

     A saving grace.