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Thursday, May 26, 2016

Earliest Morning

Cruising the coast highway
from Del Mar to points north,
the rolling Pacific, to his left as it lay.
The westernmost mountains to the right,
the shore and sand giving up the night,
not another soul yet on his road,
marveling at the complex dawn,
colors both soft and bold.
so many layers, varied tones.
Black becoming purple begetting rose,
future yellows and gold but a notion,
some time to go before the sun
took its first glimpse of the ocean.
Sunset gets all the press, he thought.
(probably due to advance sales agents)
Oh, sunset has its own virtues,
if one likes that garish kind of thing,
beach goers gathering in hoards,
oohing and aahing,
pretending to see a green flash,
quickly dispersing to watered down happy hours.
Dawn gets little notice, no great raves.
A shame, really, but also a grace, one to savor.
It might not be the same
If the marketers got a sniff of it,
folks setting alarms, out in bunches,
making it a crowded game,
flipping down their shades at the first sign of yellow,
probably adding some kind of Bloody Mary rite to it.
No, let the dawn stay hidden,
a gift for the early risers ,
like those who pull over
and write an ode to its beauty

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

To David & Adrian on Their 19th Anniversary

To David & Adrian on Their 19th Anniversary
May you have 100 years,
filled with smiles, never tears,
Man & Man, Boy & Boy,
what a song, ode to joy.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

from My Friend, Will

Will and I have been friends for 75% of our lives. He recently made me smile with this:

Dan the Living Poet
in my Dreams

I dreamt you were reciting a poem at a pot luck dinner party for parents of high school soccer players,  to commemorate the beginning of soccer season. In the middle of the poem you sat down at the piano and began singing and playing the piano, first to Barb about how she touched your heart and then to everyone about how we all had the ability to reach out and touch each other's hearts, and if we did what a beautiful world this would be. Your voice was beautiful and your piano playing surprisingly good since I didn't know you played piano. The whole performance transcended the event. It was so wonderfully out of place. I was quite impressed.

 Just wanted you to know. 

Monday, May 9, 2016


Nothing much happened on that day,
that time when I broke my toe.
Oh, newly named babies were born somewhere, far away,
and many more unnamed people died in distant lands.
Some remarkable events occurred, so they say,
there might even have been a monsoon, a haboob, a fire,
but no matter to me, you see, as in bed I lay,
no matter to me, other peoples' joy or woe.

All that mattered was my pain that day.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Once Again, the Haiku

Let us speak again of the mere haiku,
always three lines, five-seven-five,
present tense mandated, minimalist view.
An unrhymed slice of life,
perhaps a pivotal point of view
between lines two and three, with epiphany.
Some think any hybrid form will do,
others say a focus on nature must thrive,

but if one uses humor, it becomes senryu.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

A Hard Rhyme's A-Gonna Fall

Like in a Bob Dylan song,
one can force a little rhyme.
If one thinks that’s just too strong,
too jarring to one’s senses,
in the manner of Mr. Armstrong,
one might scat a Louis lyric,
perhaps a harmonica to play along,
madly prepping for some prime time.

Or maybe it’s just wrong.

Hopes and Dreams

new rhyme scheme     =     abacadaba

He was always told to be happy as a twig,
but he wanted to branch out,
see how tall he could be, how big,
with dreams of becoming a Christmas centerpiece,
or maybe just a leg of a Marconi rig,
So he sunk his roots, deep in the earth,
looked for food, for water, down deep he’d dig,
for he lived in Australia, surrounded by drought,

but eventually became a Botany Bay Fig.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016


Sometimes I can’t believe
just how much belief I own.
Even when I grieve,
it’s from the very core of me.
Whatever I might achieve,
I’ll always know the source of it,
and before this earth I leave,
when I’m by myself, alone,

it’s from belief I’ll be relieved.

Zen Talk

You can put your hands over your ears, but that doesn't make the noise go away