Seaside Scribblings

 Seaside Scribblings 

I write, inspired by the writing of others,

by Veterans, my sisters and brothers,

by the natural world in constant motion,

by pier-bound days at the steel-blue ocean,

by the sun and the moon,

their setting and rising,

their own songs, their tunes,

sometimes surprising.

Standing at a dock, I have a notion,

my monkey mind bursts unable to cease.

Even if I am but a drop in the ocean,

it is still my privilege to wage peace.

Never knowing what tomorrow will bring,

I will still write about it, in my own voice,

allow my heart and soul, my spirit to sing,

reminded always there’s no other choice.

Shore Lines

 Shore Lines

Water has always calmed me,

extending further, 

deeper than I could see.

I have often awakened, 

here, near the border with Mexico,

with nowhere to go,

feeling the onshore flow,

okay with the grayness,

knowing the sun would bake it off,

create a gentle, wispy sky,

here near my home,

in the sweet by and by.

Still inspired, but

less calmed now,

remembering the beaches of sand,

covered by the rising seas,

climate changing the shape of the land.

I stand and think,

oh to be a child at the ocean,

barefoot, joy-filled,

sand-covered, smelling the salt,

nostalgic to a fault.

I close my eyes, realize

I am just a drop in

the sea of life.

Then I recall

I am also a part of the Infinite.

Then I remember to laugh.

Matching Things

 My Heavenly Duo

Ease and Grace

in this place,

Grace and Ease,

yes, please.

It’s a Formaker Anniversary

 Role Models 

In air, through water, 

and, of course, on land,

life’s joy is ever theirs 

to take in, to command.

May they live with happiness,

never fears nor tears,

appreciative of their achievements

through thirty-six years.

May their success continue

for a million more days,

as it’s certainly their due

in so many ways.

May they be the ideal,

it’s definitely within their might,

keep on keeping it real,

continue shining their light.

To- do’s

 Daily To-do List

1. Shop for dinner
2. Pay bills
3. Write birthday friends 
4. Vacuum and dust
5. Moisturize feet
6. Develop awesome personality 
7. Write and post poems
8. Record on my YouTube channel

Necessary Things

 Books

One should first be a follower

to learn to be a leader,

and if one would be a good writer, 

they must too be a great reader.

I like my house with books,

not too neatly piled, please,

some on desks, others shelved,

a few scattered here and there, at ease.

My life requires a physical touch, 

a few hundred books, magazines, 

really not all that much.

Home is where my heart is,

also where my books are,

an address book the most important,

absolutely, certainly, yes, by far.

I can’t imagine

a life without friends,

absent them there’d be no me.

My profile, certainly,

would be nothing to see.

Much of me reflects them,

of this I am sure.

Solo, I might go on, but

in no way as pure.

I have phone numbers and I have books. 

Who needs anything more?

Flight

 

Flight

The night moon sits, lingering,

bright but hidden

behind the evening clouds.

How soon,

‘twas only noon

a few minutes ago,

the sun shining, its glow

large with dreams, with hope.

The day moon looked on then too,

light gray within the blue,

faint but present,

an augury of things to come,

too easily ignored by most of us,

less foreshadow, more omen.

When the final moment arrives,

as it assuredly must,

filtered by the end’s dark dust,

yet with a light brighter than

the moon and  stars,

it will be the middle of the night.

No matter the time.

One will know that the past

ended yesterday, 

and in the end,

our lives are simply stories,

and the dark of night 

comes all too soon.

So much 

for man.

The world 

will proceed

with its plan