Magazine Posts

Good tidings to all of you,
a Happy New Year is blessed,
to bring joyful success to you,
peaceful pursuit to all the rest.

Across the broad network,
across the great cause,
I espied the movement
of our friend, Santa Clause.

If words could speak
without limits or rule,
would they enlighten
or play the proverbial fool?

Words, sometimes unique,
used for a clarity tool,
when handled smoothly
become a prose/poetry jewel.

I will tolerate slow service,
but dislike being ignored.
The elderly problem
of being invisible.

A whirl of dust,
a life unclaimed.
Knew you then,
but not your name.

Sad are the days,
when I am missing you.
You have left,
now I am blue.

Inside Life's circle,
love will abound,
filled with noise,
a musical sound.

Christmas carols,
of music renowned.
A Holiday Season,
with a lovely sound,

Off in the distance,
a choir sings,
while the chime
of sleigh bells ring.

A wonderful time
to love the day,
greeting all, as friends.
For Peace, I pray.

12,000 years of light years away.
Here I sit, nothing to say.
To travel the heavens, far away stars,
while trying to make sense of today.

Long may you wander,
from near and far.
Wander the highlands,
following your star.

Stars are beacons,
finding where you are,
as you travel the World,
by bus, plane or car.

Paul Gauguin or Eugène Henri Paul Gauguin (1848–1903) was one of the most influential Post-Impressionist artists. Gauguin's experimental use of color and stark contrasts spearheaded the Synthetism movement, which regarded form and color as equally important. Most of his paintings depict people or landscapes from French Polynesia since he spent many years in that region in search of inspiration. His artistic experiments influenced many avant-garde movements in the early 20th century as well as modern artists such as Pablo Picasso and Henri Matisse. 

Lonely is the evening,
Lonely is the night.
Lonely is the morning,
At Dawn's early light.

Why must there be sadness?
Why must there be grief?
Why must love go missing,
Why's memory stolen by a thief.

A quote from a recent purchase of a journal.
"Paper will
always
listen to
you."

Forever more, are the days
when Christ was born,
as all Christians,
lay in fear, forlorn.

A manger then,
where the newborn lay,
as travelers were bound,
having come to pay
respect to the newborn,
on Christ's birthday.