DW2013

Happiness is grand
When the proof is in your hand
Count to four as planned

New Day

The sun rises over this radiant dawn
Awakening us to an earth reborn
Calling us to praise anew
Reminding us of all we knew    
We've got our lives because He cared
Facing pain and death when no one else cared  

Quack

Healer, healer, help me heal
I long to believe your broken spiel
Your odd ideas a quaint throw back
When cures in general were a lot of hack
Indulge my whims of make believe
And I'll make your rich to be deceived

Night vision

Staring at the dusk
My eyes don't see too much
A frustrating feel for me
When just trying hard to see
I guess I must accept
That overall it's a small debt
But certainly an overwhelming loss
When thinking of the cost

Inspire us!

What happens when inspiration's gone?

When the singer forgets the song?

When the artist's brush won't flow?

When the seedlings refuse to grow?

It's a gift to find a muse

Channeling ideas for us to use

Even if they don't know the score

They for us open every door

Just knowing that they're around

Means inspiration will be found. 

 

A hint of spring

The water's freely running
Dripping, streaming, cleaving
The sparkle of snow fading
As the sun reclaims everything

Ode to a stiff neck

Stiff and sore
Don't want to do anymore
Leave me be
It's the last time I ski

Suburban junlge

The lumbering glass elephant
Stopped to graze in the aloe plant
While the brass turtle alongside
Did his best to sit still and hide
The fancy feather ostrich
Danced around trying to scratch an itch
As the crystal swarm of bees
Buzzed and flew just as they pleased

This is for my little one who was animating the knick-knacks on our coffee table...

Coming

Stand down all your clowns
Forget the juggling and squirting flower
The days are shorter now in fact
And you should steel against the hour

A storm brewing on the horizon
Far away yet closer than you think
A sandstorm closing in from behind
Pushing us ever closer to the brink

So grab your sword, your bow and arrow
Your dusty, sacred vestments of old
And shake the cobwebs from their bower
To face the wrath with all the fold

START!!!!

Why won't you start, you stupid thing!
We got you oil, tires and changed everything!
Now we're facing another costly bill
Because your decided to stop and stand still!

Yes, this is about our van.

Snow Again

Awash in white
The world awaits
The quiet of the spring
While nature sleeps
We must content
With the smallest joyful thing

Tough years

Hang your head and check your laughter
After all, it's harmony you're after
If you blink it'll be too late
You must not discourage open debate
Now's your chance to make your mark
Or end up shouting from in the dark

Celebrate

Another party
Another year
Another birthday
Another fear
Growing older
And also wider
Growing slower
But not much wiser

No Red Boots

Woe to you, oh great one
The stars have all aligned
Your hour of glory over
To your enemies all blind
Though you've crossed your rivers
And won the battles fought
Conquered hearts and lovers
And basked in all you've got
The tides were slowly turning
Though you were not aware
Your confidence assured you
That no one would ever dare
But those who you raised up
Would show their bitter hand
For stealing what they loved
For reshaping their natal land
Now the senate gathers
Beneath the vaulted arch
And now the knife edge gleams
On this fateful Ides of March

Neigh-more!

The hard ground calls up
As my iron hits the earth
Clods of grass and rock scream out
With a whip of my head
And a snort of happiness
I fly the freedom born to me
But as always I bear the shackles
That are fated to my breed
Saddled as I am, I must obey
Spurred on by heel and switch
But on my own I'd fly away
To roam the hills as I should

Tick tock

Ringing in the day
With flagging spirits sway
A question lost to the world
As every flag unfurls
Nothing to do but wait
And hope it was good bait

One Step

One step, two steps, three steps four
Let's now open another door
Ensure a runway clean and clear
While keeping an eye on all things dear

Black Widow

A little web to trap fate
A little dew to draw your mate
A siren's song to set the mood
Before turning love into food

Silly rhyme grown-up time

Live it a little now
To avoid a messy row
Put on the line
To later let your spirit shine
Find another track
To keep boredom off your back
And forget about the past
As none of this will last

Springtime!

The creepers creep up through the soil
Freeing themselves from their nascent gloom
Opening green in the growing light
Finding air to feed their bloom

Reaching up to seek and grow
Spreading out row by row
Never resting for a minute
To find their frail and approaching limit

Timeless

Across the face of dusk was born
A savage hungry beast
That lusted after mice and men
And relished in each feast

Carving power through the years
And shoring up his strength
The monster's metal sharpened now
And cloaked by sugar and perfumed scent

Every where the mark is seen
A decaying, decrepit brand
That withers youth and all things pure
With a touch of it's ugly hand

ART

Shout the song within your heart
Stomp the beat carrying your feet
Spin through life with your melody
And bask in the glow of divine heat

Know the spark that lights us all
Gaze within and touch the start
Love those who gather all around
And feel the beauty of this immortal art

Late

Pull the sleep from my eyes
And take me to the edge of day
Show me cares both great and small
And help all my thoughts to delay

I've grown up fast and complacent too
Wondering what the fuss was all about
Now I wish that I'd been more awake
And followed conviction without any doubts

But now I understand, I can finally see
Why all those words were spoken
And lectured over and over again
It was to stop this life from being broken

Alone?

Looking up into the sky
I often ask myself why
We believe that we're alone
When evidence is piling up
That what we know fits in a cup

I Wonder

In years to come will we look back
With wonder at what we did
Or will we smile and nod our heads
At the memories only we can tell?

Joke night

Belly laughs clear the air
And guffaws and jokes mean we care
We gather round for worthy cause
Laugh and laugh between the applause