I yelled, to see where
My voice would go…a whisper
Would have served as well

Appears to me there’s
Something wrong…why the years grow
Short…the days so long?

A sound as of a baseball bat
striking a cardboard box

Then… sudden silence
Cold and dry

A white car receding into the distance
A numbness creeping into my leg and thigh

I like to think that
I’m a singular person

Just not singular in any
Outstanding way

I like to think tho’, that
There’s something special

In the little things I do

“Look at those two
sad drunks ol’ buddy”
One of these days,
that’s what we could be”

My good ol’ buddy snorted stout out his nose
Said “That’s the mirror behind the bar

Sound of gravel crunching
On a lonely country lane
Then parking neath an ol’ Oak Tree

Radio softly playing
An ol’ George Jones song
Of broken hearts and misery

Then, hypnotic rise,

From a distance
On a hillside in Kentucky
From a distance
I heard “The Old Rugged Cross”
Sung hauntingly
And somewhat off-key
Amongst tilted headstones
Bleached, and shrouded in moss

I happily noticed the most recently
Popular list had suddenly
Started to list poems
That were actually
Written this year

But on closer inspection
Of this recent correction

Great grandchildren…
More that just a few
Grandchildren…
Got a lot of them too

Lot’s of happy
Lot’s of sad…
Lot’s of goodness
And a bit of bad

A few deaths…

Te amo
I love you

Te quiero
I want you

Te necesito
I need you

Yo te perdio a un otro
I lost you to another

Dios, Por que lo occurio
Why did it happen

There is no right
There is no wrong
Tis all but a matter
Of point of view

No heavenly might
Nor demon strong
Whatever you’d rather
Believe…is truth to you

A lie to one is

It’s not lyrics…but
whispers
That lie ‘neath the melody

Ghostly murmurs that
haunt
the refrain

Sursurrant sounds
That surge
And then melt

Whispers not heard but

In torrents of emotions
Are humans destined
To dwell

Thoughts but mental motions
Given to the rise, tide
and swell

Of momentary madness
To tidal pools
of peace

To soothing waves

I am tall, handsome,
an outstanding lover
Athletic, slim,
a romance novel cover

I’m young, romantic
Humorous, fun, carefree
Admired, empowered
Wise, sage and debt-free

Today I solemnly resolve to say nothing
Not to observe nor write a single line
I won’t even mention the man dressed like a cowboy
Nor that voluptuous chick lookin’ fine

Nature opens itself more
To people who look deeply
Than to those that bother
Only to just see

She’s a showoff, a braggart, exhibitionist,
A Grande Dame, a diva you see