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Saturday, May 4, 2019

A cento

Rules for the Dance

Tread softly, because 
you tread on my dreams. 
The great art of life
is sensation, 
to feel that we exist,
even in pain. 
When suddenly I am old and
start to wear purple,
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick other peoples’ flowers, 
as hope springs eternal in the human breast.  
If I should die,
think only this of me.  
To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield, 
‘‘tis better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all. 

Harvested from the writings of Oliver, Byron, Tennyson, Yeats,  Pope, Jenny Joseph and Rupert Brooke

Monday, April 29, 2019

Second Again

Valentines Day Again

You are at your very, very best 
when I am at my very, very worst.
I came to you a tangled string, and
you patiently worked to
straighten me out,
while I held fast 
to my unhappiness.
Now, nearly fifty years on,
I have fallen in love many, many times...
...always with you...
and I know to a certainty,
I will love you forever, 
but not a second longer.


Thinking Again

All things start in thought.
What is your legacy? 
I have chosen faith,
thinking on purpose,
heeding my own truth,
less push and pull,
more flow,
living as a warrior of compassion.
I have also chosen hope,
though hope alone is not 
a solid growth plan.
Growth happens 
one choice at a time,
though I am happiest when 
I appreciate what I have already,
what I can do now,
what works today.
More, bigger, better don’t move me. 
Gratitude for what I have does that.
I am not too old to
have goals and dreams,
I just find simplifying to be
a good idea,
a satisfying approach.
I have no need to
fix my life,
only to savor it,
to celebrate it,
to remember to pray 
when things are going well.

Saturday, April 27, 2019

More Directions


For some,
if there are no penalties,
punishments, fines,
then directions aren’t ironclad,
just merely guidelines.
And that is why 
some hearty soups turn
into casseroles,
and two loaves of bread become
a dozen dinner rolls,
and a new swing set becomes
a darling pair of chairs,
and some marriages devolve
into sordid affairs.

Ray Bradbury’s Directions

One night at a 
A street fair in Palm Springs,
when asked about how 
a new writer might succeed,
he said, it’s quite simple,
and all that you need
are three things:
First, carry paper and pen,
and don’t mess around.
When a idea strikes, don’t wait,
write it down,
write it down,
write it down.
Second, as much as you can,
get up early, 
get to work,
get a plan.
Early starts will brighten your mood,
and your work usually turns for the good.
He started to leave when 
reminded he’d said there were three,
came back, said thanks
for reminding me.
Most importantly, 
if a sound sleep you choose,
never, ever, ever,
watch the late night news.



Those of us who have
been to war
know there’s no such thing
as evening their score,
though, sitting now 
in a chemo lab, 
with thoughts of remorse,
sadness, shame and more,
I’ll take what solace I can grab,
pleased with any balance
I perchance score.
Through years of anger,
guilt, regret, I’ve yearned
for peace, forgiveness, yet
with memories forever burned,
as those who don’t know me
thank me for my service,
with no idea how it feels,
how much it makes me nervous.
I’ve forgiven myself 
a thousand times at least.
I’ll do so again today, 
quite possibly tomorrow,
the memory a determined beast,
the memory of a distant East.

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Complete (blank)

Complete Freedom 

Today is so very special. 
New Beginnings always are.
Even when pain is so complete 
that all else vanishes, 
I have learned that there is
but one still.
I learned to live with pain,
some of it complete.
If I could transfer this learning,
would that help Make America Love Again?
One’s body is really nothing
more than thought itself.,
and everything is temporary.
It’s helpful to see that as the Truth.
Let that be enough.
Don’t be so hard on yourself. 
You deserve to be forgiven, pain-free.
Life is wild, wonderful,
completely in process.
So, out your doubt,
send it packing.
Seek your healing thought 
within yourself. 
Only the heart can see 
that which is really essential.
Something Good is about to happen.
The eyes are not useful to see this,
since the really essential is invisible.
Peace requires one to look within,
surrender the drama.
Be calm and realize
you’ve done all that you can do.

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Free again

Not Treed, I am Freed to

Be Kind,