Debates

what is there to do
but to complain
about what we have
or do not have,
knowing it will not
change the outcomes

of our feelings nor
our actions as we
enter into debates
with young minds,
who unlike us, are
free to come and
go as they please.

August 2011

Words Betray

for years I listened
to another voice
until my own was
heard and I saw
beauty in each word
that broke ground;
for years I wondered
around the maze
of life looking for
the goal but once
my own voice was
heard I simply
climbed over the
world of doubt
that had once tried
to betray me here.

August 2011

Today

today leaves me sleepless
but not breathless,
today has been in me for years,
today is not unique but different,
today burns into my soul
and into my heart
as well as into my mind,
today is the first day of class
and I am their teacher.

August 2011

On going

from dark to light
in minutes,
and the same
treatment
in the evenings
as we
experience
the on-going
nature
of the age
of each day
as it
flows through
each other
and our
feelings.

August 2011

Points

I have interesting

points-
          of-
              view

that

no one seems

to want to

read...  and,

I question

my personality

as to the

reason

for
    it
      all.

September 2011
         

Sightfulness

what does a painter see

right before a sunrise

when all is dark and gloomy;

what changes are made to

insure the imaged captured

is the one to be sold...

so that the evening's

bottle of wine or two

can be purchased and the

next sunrise slept through?

August 2011

Gratitude Questions Grace

who says what I will be
outside of God and me...
who controls and who persuades
and who delivers in my time of need...
not those who try to control me
nor those who try to love me
but the one who gave me life
and grace and made me who I am.
September 2011

 

Christian Churches

Christian School

Christian Colleges

are all hypocritical 

because they 

operate outside 

of their Christian 

values, in how

they treat each 

other and with 

their power,

influence,

and control.

September 2011

 

who are you to tell me

how to teach 

or how to pray

or how to live my life

when you, yourself,

do not behave 

in a Christ-like manner.

September 2011

Absentees

move into my
direction and
begin to see
what I see so
you can decide
what will be
in your best
interests now
to avoid again.
August 2011




the sun, like a transparent veil,
covers the day's horizon and
pushes us to see more than we
really want to see this early.
August 2022













your thoughts blend
with my feelings and I
wonder which episode
of our recorded lives
we will watch today.
August 2011

Juxtaposed

tell me the truth
or tell me a lie but
tell me something
so I'll know you are
really who you are.
September 2011

"I am who I am," says God
and we are all amazed by
the ambiguity and the
simplicity of the truth as
it has always been told to us.
September 2011

Ageless

changed feelings

leave me

wondering

once again

since it appears

I am not as

angry as once

I was and

might be

wondering

if due to

an age that

never changes.


September 2011

Again

who am I today
that I have not
been previously
and why would
I want to be that
way again if
ignored by family
and friends and
a few co-workers
who did not
fully understand
my precautions.

September 2011

A Trilogy

freedom is alive and well
but limited in its usages
since most of us are not
self-regulated or disciplined.
August 2011

marriage allows us to see

each of our flaws in more

detail as we point out the

flaws in our partners...

August 2011

 

educators are always trying to

impress each other with their

knowledge and forgetting their

purpose is to teach students. 

August 2011

Arranging

too much...

too soon...

has fallen on me

too quickly...

and, I bear the

burden of sorting,

and,

filing and

finding places

for it all

to go...

August 2011

My Muse

my mornings early

are back in place,

my thoughts flow like

the earth's rotation

generates stability,

a repetitive flow

meant to be more

on-going that that of

any accomplishments.


August 2011

Making Room

we mourn the loss of each day

fearing we will improve tomorrow


and yet, when we make the attempt,

albeit feeble, we always continue to

make room for more improvements.

August 2011

Insurance

cowards are we all, when we
give in to the demands of greed,
instead of molding  minds in
the Christian fashion, for which
we were supposedly hired.
September 2011

take a softer approach
with these students less
they withdraw from the
program and my future
teaching withdrawn also.
September 2011

Just a Thought

the carpet on my floor

is not magical and will

not fly through the air;

so, my three inside cats

are safe for the moment,

until I start fantasizing.


September 2011

Days Off

days off do not a vacation make, 

work occupied the day mostly,

worthless television the rest,

news brings out the worst in us,

reportedly we accept what we get,

days off gives us time to pause,

reflecting on that which gives hope.

September 2011

Insights

hurt identifies itself
to all of us,
laughter keeps us
young and aware;
age wraps around
like old clothes
too small to wear,
depression sharpens
our recovery skills,
allowing us brief
moments of silence.

August 2011

Singles Married

in silence, we sit
in our beach chairs,
looking in all directions
but at each other as
we enjoy our
married vacation,
wishing it were different,
if unintended consequences
might have had us
together, but as singles.

August 2011

How Long Wondering

how long from rocks to dirt
or from shells to sand,
we wonder and sometimes
speculate six thousand or
a million as no one knows
but we believe both are true
going about our business,
living as large as we can now.

August 2011

It Can Never Be

Dreams, disrupted by sleep

momentarily return...

off in the distance,

an illusion of you stands

barely visible

yet barely clothed,

the light from your eyes

illuminates your breasts

and their softness

intoxicates...

your undulating movements

forward grasps my

manhood in ways

never before felt as

sensuously soft lips

engulf in a controlling way

and your eyes

pierce mine with the

bitter sweet caress of one

seducing and being seduced;

in the middle we met,

but moving any

was not recalled, and yet,

here we are...

together...

you leg in between mine

your wetness against mine,

our hands touching

portals of erotic pleasure

hidden between moans

of desire and the heat

between us polarizes our

oven of desire

never plugged in... still,

we taste each others juices

and kiss each others lips

and we melt into

each others softness

as we fade and disappear

and try to remember

if we can

that, which might have been

had sleep not overcome

our mutual daydreaming. 

29Sept15

Sharing the Shadow

It is a velvet softness that clamps around me

ambrosia waffles and tantalizes my senses

digits dangling disappear as they explores

cries of passion echo down the halls and

deep within the body... guttural sounds as

if ecstasy has exploded and the quivering

shimmering of the skin is about to begin;

legs relax and my lips are free to explore again,

searching out the crevices and creases that

were willingly thrust upon me until our

opaque glue bound our souls and we sucked

in all that we could, breathing when we could

in order not to miss any of anything that

might be shared between lovers during the

crash and burning of their exquisite orgasms;

and, as they are imagined, so too are they experienced

with the feelings no less real as long as they can see

the shadow of the feeling that was recently shared.

13Nov15

Forever Sensuous

How subtle are your lips that

seem to melt into mine when

we kiss and the wantonness

you share with me when you

open yourself to me and I feel

the hotness of your passion

inside my mouth as my tongue

explores yours until you suck

out all it life and we are left

with hot, slimy bodies pressed

against each other and your

breasts push into me, your

hard nipples poke like fingers

and you legs wrap around mine

and I am turn around by the

boiling syrup burning into my

loins as you convulse in a few

controlled undulations... and,

once inside we both are willing

here and now... reeking with

unbroken connections, to let

this be our final testimony.

13Nov15

Honoring the Honorable

Out from the depths of

reluctant acceptance,

disillusionment,

and despair,

nothing was left

to which one should aspire

and

in that brief moment

of clarity...

a hand reached out,

offering

a new path to follow,

a survivor's path,

where

there was none before

and

in the brevity of time,

fixed and halted,

I knew

yet

saw not

while

silently rejoicing,

reassured

and comforted

as previously given

when needed;

still, I bow reverently

savoring

the moment of it all...

as I have been honored

so too

will I honor,

serving both the

letter and the spirit,

knowing

I have been served

by the greatest

law of all...

2Dec15

An Aged Observation

there are no jurisdictions
for overcast cloud situations
nor is there anyway to predict
arrivals and departures
as one might expect for
vacation travelers; still, they
seem to appear mainly
in the valleys between mountains
appearing unexpectedly at first
when cool air randomly collided
with warmer air whether or not
dense fog grows from below
and songs depicting their
incursion were ever suung;
still, we Southerners can
get sunburned more than most
which is why most of our
farmers wear what they do
when alerts have potential;
and, one has been heard today
unannounced as expected
and we are fortunate enough
to have located it before
venturing outside the covering
that protects the aging of
our functioning minds, even
though some who live here
are suspecting otherwise.

31May15

Italian Sands

conventions are for those who
want to attend something or
for those who need to play
within the parameters of
someone's open sandbox;
but, I prefer to import all
my sand from Southern Italy
where it has aged within
the mythological foundations
on which our futures are built
and has not been tainted by
all the colored sands of greed.

31May15

A Recent Morning

one hundred years in the life
of which I have seen sixty-seven,
one hundred always seemed
like a good number
with which to play,
but has little to do with
my life as we know
my life to be, so,
I wonder if it could have been
some sort of misprint
on my mental paper
that escaped the
proof readers somehow
and would that have been
due to age or carelessness?

31May15

Flirtations

we live
and learn
and grow
and remember
and sometimes
we forget
or decide to
when convenient
and sometimes
we doubt
but never
claim to know
it all as where
would that get
us anyways?

31May15

Currents of Memories

the sun bounces off the waters

glimmering shimmers blinding

all those peering eyes until the

clouds intervene and a rippling

monotony is seen passing by;

specks of fishing boats bounce

up and down in the distance

whose location is only relative

with one's imagination and the

need for complete accuracy;

wave wakes push us along

without the need for sail or wind

and we glide forward like a bird

who grew tired of flapping wings

and soaring around on currents;

"land ho," off the port bow today

but not the starboard as it has been

and onward we glide...  onward...

a journey of desperation and escape

carrying only our figments of time

we hope to one day reassemble 

and if and when that day returns,

it will be when our destination is

reached and we deliberately

disembark from all the rest...

and yet, no statue will await us,

only currents of our memories.

27May15

Glue Line

a necklace
at the neck
of the sky
lies at the
bottom,
separating
water from
sky and from
all the rest;
dark green
liquid tinted
blue from
above as if
it were a
dressing gown,
folding and
unfolding
with the wind
and the
swarming
currents that
move like
families
misdirected;
yet, forever
will there be
a separation
formed by
this horizon.

24May15