Good morning Sunday, a good morning
to greet all the Seahawk fans,
up early this day to watch,
the Seahawks play in Philly.
An early morning game for me,
is what I like to watch
and root on the Seattle team,
for to win they must
get all the parts of the machine
running. Both the offense and defense
must purr like a new kitten.
Go get them Hawks the beautiful team
win nice but please stay mean.

Here I am, small, tiny and wee.
Half of the size I thought I'd be.
Down in the grass, under the dew
is where I'll lurk; waiting for you
or your pet to come by.
You won't see me; that just won't be
for I am an everyday common flea.

I miss you so, my sweet delight.
May I visit you now? Spend the night?
We'll talk again, like years before
of love, life and evermore.
My love for you is not disdain
but one of our life's long refrain.
The memories we shared about our past
was meant to be one that would last.
Let me be with you on this night
and we will both know, it is right.

Tell me why.
Tell me more.
Why is this day
One I abhor?

Words make us who we
are, describe what we do.
Words can be gentle or
unkind and cut your soul in two.
Words spoken in anger
cannot be taken back, no
matter the number of times
sorry is said. Yet words
of kindness, of understanding
and love, have more meaning
for all will be remembered,
ad infinitum.

Frost coats the grass this day
as the Sun slowly makes it's way
to brighten up this World of ours
full of people with fancy cars.

I go alone into the night
with no thought of fright,
to see what
I can see.
I take my flashlight
shining so bright
and think someone
is following me.
I move quickly now
to allow me to see.
I look in a window,
that I do pass
and the person looks
exactly like me.

When the lights go out
and I am alone,
although she 's lying
right next to me.
I say all my prayers
for friends fighting disease
that are on my prayer tree.
I have been doing this
every night since
two thousand one three.
I will continue to do
not just for you
but for all that I can.

For want of a better life, came I
To the shores of this great nation,
With arms a wide, seeking salvation.
I was told that justice would prevail
So I was surprised and taken to jail.
Placed in a cage with my family.
Welcome not to the "Land of the Free."

The midnight hour,
a passing glance,
a new beginning
for a romance.
Why'd this happen,
was it a dance?
Or merely fate,
that brought the chance.

For the loves I've lost
and won't forget,
are the loves to come
that I've never met.

it is cold and damp
wet leaves on the ground
out comes the rake

The well is dry
or so it seems,
for words that poured
out with little effort,
do not seem to be
anywhere. Not in
my head, not in the room,
nor on the floor
much too soon
to be going dry.
I will write down
to paper, all the words,
that come to me.
That should help
as it did before,
but have my doubts
that will work anymore.
So back again to the ramble
of a crazed mind,
who has no plan,
but little time to sit
and write the words.
I feel on this day
from you my Lord,
I hope and pray
that you will restore
my role, in this plan
that drains my soul,
but can't erase the memories
of days gone by.
Now to write, with some meaning,
not about politics, so demeaning,
but about the beauty, I see
in this great life
and in the joy
when I see my wife.
She is here, in her splendor
and these words I do render.
So let my mind work again
and I'll not be an also ran.

The days, once long, are now quite brief.
The heat from Summer, gone with relief.
The Fall, we know, now does appear.
The shrubs and tree branches, are clear.
The leaves that were amassed in trees,
Are on the ground, up to my knees.
Fallen leaves to be raked, once again,
Before the Fall's continual rain.

The narrow path winds through the trees,
Filled with doubts and life's uncertainties.

I tire of the abuse, I receive
and yet I know, I won't leave,
for I am bound, not by wealth,
but the vow, "In sickness and in health."

I am so small inside this big house
for here I am a little furry mouse.
My fur is shiny and the intent
is to keep me warm and the portent.
I'm a nocturnal creature and out at night,
as I do not want to give humans a fright.
How can anyone scream and others cry
for I am harmless, so sayeth I.
If you catch me in a humane trap
please put me outside in the rain.
I thank you ahead, if this happens to me
and hope that you will set me free.

a boulder
river rock ashine
pebbles

I have the bedroom window open
and the wind moves the slats.
Awakening, I forget where I am;
still in our bed, toasty warm.
I hear the splatter of new rain,
tap dancing on the roof
as clouds loose their torrent
on the thirsty earth.

Joined together or be apart?
A good question for the heart.
Do we stand alone or with another?
Time will tell, Sisters and Brothers.
Off we go into a life of pain.
Away from love's sad refrain.
I care not about the fate of me,
Just leave me now. Let me be.