high overhead a golden pulsating orb
completing it’s twenty-eight day cycle
fades to first quarter, new, last quarter

whatever happened to that old man’s face
we looked for in our long lost innocence
could it really have been made of blue cheese

grown older now my thoughts turn inward
recalling one who has gone on before
I keep madly throwing rocks at the moon


horse talk

Below is a sonnet taken from Cervantes’
classic work “Don Quixote of the Mancha”
A dialogue between Babieca,
Horse to the Cid, a Famous Conquerer of Spain;
and Rozinante, Don Quixote’s Courser

Bab: How haps it, Rozinante, thou art so lean?
Roz: Because I travel still and never eat:
Bab: Thy want of barley and straw, what does it mean?
Roz: That of my lord, a bit I cannot get.
Bab: Away, sir jade! You are ill-mannered,
Whose ass’s tongue your lord does thus abase.
Roz: If you did see how he’s enamoured,
You would conclude that he’s the greater ass.
Bab: Is love a folly?—Roz: Sure it is no wit.
Bab: Thou art a metaphysician.—Roz: For want of meat
Bab: Complain upon the squire.—Roz: What profits it?
Or how shall I my woful plaints repeat?
Since, though the world imputes slowness to me,
Yet greater jades my lord and Sancho be.


should truth be known I like playing with words

an obscure meaning fills me with delight

push a subject from one sentence to another

hide meanings beneath senseless passages

punctuation serves no useful purpose

where vague innuendos support metaphors

lend credence where none can be expected

I feel great joy using twisted definitions

probably most readily explained with glee

circumspectly circumnavigating reality


Have you ever stopped to wonder
what this life is all about
why you’re here and where you’re going
when your lease on life runs out
maybe you’ve been far to busy
trying hard to reach your goal
would you let me ask you kindly
have you thought about your soul?

You may reach the highest portals
and your dreams may all come true
wealth and fame may be your portion
and success may shine on you
all your friends may sing your praises
not a care on you may roll
what about the great tomorrow
have you thought about your soul?

Don’t forget your days are numbered
though you may be riding high
But like all of us poor mortals
someday you’ll just up and die
your success and fame and glory
won’t be worth the bell you toll
let me ask you just one question
have you thought about your soul?

If you never thought it over
spend a little time today
there is nothing more important
that will ever come your way
than the joys of sins forgiven
and to know that you have been made whole
in the name of Christ the Savior
have you thought about your soul?

Author Unknown


what remains of my gray hair

turns a little whiter each day

aches foretell a weather change

legs once strong now grow weak

a slight tremble swirls my cup

causing hot coffee to spill

on this protruding stomach

bringing a quick flash of pain

slightly noticed not long ago

empty hours waiting to nap

sleep has become a refuge

sought more often than needed

while I try to go there these days

and yet, oh YES! I still dream


another year is coming to an end
long forgotten songs venture forth
from depths of stagnant memories

if time could be kept in a bottle
must needs ask where was my heart
please release me and let me go

some day you’ll call my name
still nothing more than a game
embers beneath a fading flame

another holiday comes upon us
will all my children finally call
how many will visit this year

our generation was lost in space
no time left to start over again
glass ceiling has finally flown away

even though I reach out for more
being born under a wandering star
hurts more than spoken words tell

should one become more beautiful
what happens when we meet again
causing that last teardrop to fall