The temperature was so low
it froze the newly fallen snow
Memorializing footprints on a trail
under the moon’s glow
It’s hard to tell where it will go
it’s a mystery we’ll never know
footprints of a man or beast?
or a reflection of a shadow?
Tag: Poetry
Poetic Tips To Writing Your Autobiography
Let me state for the record that I haven’t written my autobiography and you’d probably be smart not to listen to me
because you continue to read this missive promising a positive evaluation of your life by simple grammatical manipulation, it’s time for exploration
What is the one thing you want people to remember you for? One glorious achievement or more? Begin your tome with tales of yore
when you sailed the seas of life and road the winds of strife, and how you were a good husband, or wife
Make sure to save space for those favorite songs that always took you to another place
Let the world know how unique you are even though you’re not famous or a movie star
another consideration is when you go on a writing spree who do you think your readership will be?
don’t forget to share your friends and family in this autobiography if you don’t want people to think your writing a hagiography
Paean to a Pipe
Since ancient days man has puffed on pipes
seeking knowledge and solace
with all types
from wood to pumice
from steel to glass
from copper to brass
a receptacle for opium tars
a way to smoke grass
under the stars
pipe dreams throughout history
have kept a lot of people happy
Pay Attention To Me!
The homeless man cries out “Pay attention to me” to a passerby that cannot see his misery!
The dictator demands “Pay attention to me!” or suffer indignities in spite of your pleas
Babies cries translated into “Pay attention to me!” brings good parents running instantly
When a dog barks and wags his tail happily he’s telling you to “Pay attention to me!”
Sometimes a person’s eyes reveal a hidden plea asking you to “Pay attention to me!” hopefully and silently.
The poor in the world dream of equality and ask governments ruled by the wealthy to “Pay attention to me!“
In reality we all have an angel and a devil saying “Pay attention to me!” and who we pick is who we’ll be.
I’m Waiting
You know I’m waiting for Armageddon to come and go
because we’re heading there
Climatologists warn there’ll be nowhere to go
and we won’t be able to breath the air
I’m waiting for America to experience an awakening
in civility
A season of reasoning
that’ll restore our nations stability
I’m waiting for a new era of hope
when all races come together in peace
and nationalities learn to cope
and all of the hostilities cease
I’m waiting for a new day
behind my computer
looking for a positive pathway
a self-appointed troubleshooter
I’m waiting to ride into the sunset
to see a stairway to heaven
to learn the mysteries of the internet
and to spiritual progression
And, I’ll keep waiting…
Jonesing for Slang?
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Let’s shoot the breeze and spill the beans until the cows come home. We can pig out on a piece of cake and do the Aztec two-step in a public velodrome.
It doesn’t always take an ace up your sleeve to deceive, you can make people believe you’re the next best thing to sliced bread, if you use your head. It’s all systems go when you have a bird in hand for a one-night stand.
Just go along for the ride when people think your snide, don’t hide. Slang is here to stay – like rock and roll – it isn’t going away.
An Ode To Spirits
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Here’s to the Angel’s Share of Irish spirits which inspires scribes to sing of their merits!
Long may aged whiskey be praised as the nectar of gods in the pantheon of booze.
Hear me then, alcoholic spirits!
The path to heaven is near, and it’s not a from a low-calorie beer. The whiskey spirits that reside in an aged oak barrel are potent and playful when near.
Libations to ancient drunken deities have made the daily worship of spirits a man’s right. A great excuse for a party every night.
Hail to whiskey spirits everywhere! ‘Tis of thee, I sing.
Blind Faith
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How can faith be blind when its entwined with your heart and mind?
Have you never seen a miracle, or had a magic moment of strength in trying times? Or read between the lines for hopeful signs?
The ability to have faith, when all else fails, makes for inspiring tales.
You don’t have to hold or see faith, it’s embedded in your heart in a safe place. Summoned, it gives you hope where there is no trace with a reassuring embrace.
Yet, some believe blind faith can lead us down the wrong path in life, leaving us with only strife.
Love Is A Rose
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The tricky part of love, as new lovers know, is what makes love continue to grow?
First love is like a red rose in bloom. It’s essence, an intoxicating perfume. But it comes with a warning that if the rose wilts: there’ll be thorns that draw blood and tears. Rejection is a hidden fear.
Love through the years is an obtainable goal when soul mates nurture that first rose with mutual respect and open devotion juxtaposed.
Lovers that learn the secret to staying in love still see stars in one another’s eyes, and know that they are each others prize.
Growing Up
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Growing up is a paradox. A mystery to me.
An oddity with its inconsistency, because aging is both a gift and a curse.
Innocence and youth combine in exploration through a vivid imagination. No restraints on the confines of reality. No door closed. No thought unthinkable.
As age settles in, our experiences in the real world become mundane, as we learn that too much imagination may lead to people thinking we’re insane.
Doors once open to the mind, disappear in the daily grind. Bogged down by hard science and reality. Lost in logic and banality. Unoriginality is the final casualty.
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