This week I learned that
Despite recording technology
Despite remote control at our fingertips
Despite the mute button so prevalent
Despite narrowed attention spans
Despite a paucity of curiosity
Despite the Super Bowl is two months away
Despite the proximity of the kitchen
Or maybe because of this proximity
People actually watch commercials
At least enough to get riled up
About a thin woman
…. on a $2,000 stationary bike!
Funny
Category Archives: Poems
What Does it All Mean?
No News
Why am I obsessed with the news?
There is nothing good here and very little new
On the front pages, or with these talking heads
And if I read the feel-good news stories
I sigh, because these puppy stories don’t work for me.
Bring me thoughtful prose and in-depth analysis
Of the human condition, and our vessel’s survival
Despite the human condition, of our universe still
Turning toward and out and about without
Our involvement, or more precisely our interference.
Bring me something that is unique and new
Something that is from the soul
That says we have a history and more importantly
A future!
Is it too much to ask, that we should understand
How this all came about, and what it all means?
An Altered Reality Exists…
Altered Reality
What’s good is bad… what’s bad is good
He cannot remember what was said, but should
Also, for that matter where Colorado is, nor
That Category 5 Hurricanes are a thing
The art of the deal that is never not win-win
But rather benefits only one,
Except it does not do that either in the long-run.
So, let us alter reality to fit the insistence
Of those that are desperate to believe.
As ignorance contrary to some’s definition
Is really knowing truth,
… but still denying its existence
The Heavens Entertain Us and Inspire with Beauty (two posts today) …
November Moon
The morning November moon, I love so much, showed itself.
About this time of the year, we are privileged to be smiled upon
By a barely-there moon, as it hangs on to the night, while greeting a new day.
Sunset Artistry
Light scattered red by dust
Glowing orange just for us
As it travels through so many miles
Of atmosphere distortions for smiles
On faces radiant in sunsets glow
As the heavens shine on us below
With colors beyond compare
Brilliant views, we proudly share
As photos or artistic views, if we dare.
If words could only capture the spectacular rays
Of sunburst, bold colors as the end of lovely days
Then poetry would shine as art on us
Colorful as the so many ways that dust
And words deflect light to produce rhymes
Echoing all the sunsets, forever from ancient times
The Cold Wind’s Asking…
The Cold Wind’s Asking
What if there’s nothing left to discover
And we have lost what it means to wonder
If all that we ever knew was what we would know
And there are no questions in our minds to show
What we should think of or strive for just when
It’s time to consider the meaning of life again
Before it slides back into oblivion’s darkness
Because we didn’t credit wisdom’s starkness
When we have become lazy of thought
Having forgotten all we’ve been taught
As we sit facing the cold wind’s tasking
Question… Of my source you could be asking?
After Dinner Conversation…
After Dinner Conversation
She says… what does that word mean
I say, deduce from context, and likely source of the word
She complains, that I use words that need explanation
But then I have high expectation that schools teach
Something about how to think, not just to remember
Of course, the conversation, then begins to meander
Across the dinner table of scraps and scrabble of a meal’s demise
And she now says with a twinkle in those oh so clever eyes
That she’d rather clean the kitchen than talk with me
She hates these conversations she tells me
While knowing this challenge will be rewarded, with kitchen
Duties as well as conversation that moves on to plans
For a future sure to be bright, but she wants to own it herself
Then she says she doesn’t want to play chess with me
I didn’t even ask…
Another challenge that means don’t try that four moves ahead crap
Cause, I’m not playing that game, because I cannot win
When we both know she’ll win just by playing the game
And I feel that through it all
… she’s already four moves ahead of me!
Time for Renewal…
Beginning of Renewal
Fall is a disturbance of great importance
We think of spring as renewal and rebirth
The excitement of new year full of hope
But no renewal happens without the glaring
Bareness following the colorful death, and
The clearing of the old from the carpet of earth
The starkness of branches forlornly reaching for the sky
As if beseeching the heavens for relief from exposure
And the nakedness against the winds that strip
The last color of who we pretended to be
As the leaves of October fall to the cold votes of November
As the time of renewal starts with the exposure
Of the old, the exhausted tired messaging
That no longer can hold back these winds of truth
Fiery red and orange fades to a brown death
Making room for something new, and hopefully better!
We Were Beautiful
As I watch mother and child and the mischievous look in the little boy, I see that once we were all so perfectly beautiful…
We Were Beautiful
We were all perfectly beautiful at that time
When we were innocent of any crime
When we had no idea that we could be wrong
When life came to us in nursery rhyme and song
And mother said we were beautiful and precious
An incredible version of this human specious
Argument of innocence and beauty forever, just when
We were really starting to think of our next petty sin
Because You Thought Me So
Last night I brushed my teeth, and saw once again
In the mirror that little boy with the mischievous grin
And I felt beautiful once more, because you thought me so
And I looked and the mirror, smiled and whispered… never let go
Freedom Today…
Today
Freedom is when the day has no name
It needs none like the others that came before
What matters, is we call it today
And yesterday, was simply memories of another
Day when the present was beautiful
And such freedom was almost spiritual
When labels and names were needless
And all cares and worries were gone
Because our hearts and minds were free
And we were who we wanted to be
Such moments when we are young matter greatly, but without permanence
Only later when linked together do they become life experiences of great import
So tomorrow remains unknown, except as potential
For a new today, moment’s memories essential
As long as we are free
To be who we desire to be
Searching for a Hero
Searching for a Hero
Where do we find the rejected stone?
And within it the hero who’ll stand alone
With confident of youth, sleek and smart
Eyes toward a future, only he can impart
In our heart the belief that giants can be slayed
And destruction, and miseries permanently stayed
In bravery of battle he’ll fight to procure
A future that will be glorious and secure
When our least likely hero does arise
And wins for all of us the future-prize
Maybe we’ll find he was always in our own heart and mind
And we needed only to work the stone to see what we’d find