Friday, September 22, 2017


duck was ugly, but 
duck's mom's love saved duck
and made duck beautiful.

there are those that can. and those
that think they can, but never try.

a quiet whisper
a whispering wind
a song for the heart
inspiring joy and love for all

no need feeling circumspect.
just jump right in.
head first, feet first, whichever.

a do or die situation optional.
but let's not be glib, okay?
no sense flaunting our frailness. 

all dreams are organic by nature.

Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries.
Without them humanity cannot survive. 
Dalai Lama. 

Sunday, September 17, 2017


I look at this most everyday. no, everyday.
after all, it's behind our house. 
and looking at it, I think:
what the hell have we done to ourselves?
is this really what we've become?

well, of course, the answer is an alarming YES!
good, bad, indifferent, it is what it is. 
we can only look forward; begging technology
to overcome these landscape eyesores. 

Friday, September 8, 2017


someone gotta know something.
whether it be knowing
up from down or just something
lying dormant upon the ground.

mistakes regrets create
foolishness and serious problems.
wrath is palpable, so real.
but that's just life, is it not?

he was taller than his  height indicated.
his attitude suggested left of right,
and has enough brains for two to three.
but the third will always sue.
fancy meeting you here, of all places.

three out of three ducks prefer water
over Jell-O for bathing, as do most humans.

"Intelligence is a pseudoscience."
read this somewhere, like it,
so wrote it down here. 
don't ask why. there are no whys. 

there just is, the here and now, that's all.
anymore would confuse issues.
who needs that?

she tells me what to do.
I huff and I puff, then I do it;
like the well trained husband I be.

its all about peace and harmony; 
that, and am a bit of a coward,
 and she knows it.

style? what is style?
style is what each individual
decides what style should be.
style can, and often does,
change with each personas.

I have no style, and that,
friends, neighbors and
poetry executioners,
is precisely my personal style
as long as flowers bloom
and sunshine's golden rays radiate.

sometimes, just sometimes,
things are what they seem.
but not to worry over
all those times things
are definitely not seemly,
so it would seem while
thinking up dreamy thoughts
in reoccurring dreams.

self-consciousness is an anchor.
with all the problems
one encounters in life,
one does not need needless
weight dragging them down.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017


if one were to have an apple
in one hand, and
an orange in the other,
one would then have an orange
in one hand and apple in the other. 

we ruin a perfectly good nap
by waking up and then getting up,
when we should have rolled over
and gone back to sleep. 

a dozen does and a dozen doesn't;
is what a dozen does and doesn't.
I know because I know a dozen. 

even in fire hope exists; clinging to the ashes.

Monday, August 7, 2017


The first TV show to ever be put into 
reruns was The Lone Ranger.

Eleuthera is the Greek word of freedom.


The East Antarctic Ice Sheet is as thick
as the Alps Mountains are high.