I’ve done the research, done the design,
I’ve bought the wood and screws;
I’ve carefully built this rig of mine,
I have paid my dues.
It’s all starting to align,
every wire and fuse;
I’ve got power from the sunshine,
none of this is news.
I yearn to be among the Pines,
to get out there and cruise;
to live the life we know Divine,
throughout the land suffuse.
But there’s this house I must assign
to whoever will excuse
its problems more or less benign
which somebody must choose. Continue reading “The Wait”
For twenty years I lived at home
it was quite sensory;
Grew up, moved out, and went to roam
but missed the memory.
One day my Dad died / and of course I cried
and then I decided to buy it;
Nostalgia had lied / me it did misguide
but of course I had to try it.
I found it quite strange / to see all the change
from my long lost childhood
I could not arrange / I could not exchange
what was left just wasn’t good.
Despite my new claim / ‘twas only in name
a house is not a genome;
It just wasn’t the same / and with no one to blame
I learned: You can never go home.
Electrons around a nucleus,
planets around a star;
even Mount Vesuvius
and every Bazaar.
Systems around a black hole,
the movement of the air;
Music’s effect upon the soul,
an adulterer’s affair. Continue reading “Balance”
The comings and goings of those who don’t matter
dominate the headlines;
When nothing to say and nary a smatter
they still need a baseline.
Whether you watch Fox or CNN
or just read the bottom marquee;
the screams from the bullpen / or really a playpen
remind me of Anarchy.
Continue reading “Don’t Watch the News”
God’s been here since before Big Bang,
and will be here always;
Balances the yin and yang,
created Night and Day.
God is always everywhere,
and knows everything;
Created land, water, air,
doesn’t care for worshipping.
Continue reading “Pantheism”
With the sun arise and sleep,
such is the way of Nature;
It helps ensure the body’s upkeep,
and prepares us for danger.
So get up and dawn and coffee steep,
go out and see the Creator;
Every bear and bighorn sheep
does the same, I’ll wager.
Continue reading “Circadian Rhythm”
Life flourishes, vistas abound,
Nature runs its course;
Countless cycles go round and round,
and the results, I endorse.
Whether boondocking or campgrounds,
we all visit the source;
It’s us Nature wants to surround,
and we’ll be out in force. Continue reading “Exploration”
A pattern of subjugation
had predisposed us all
to seek articulation;
we knew just who to call.
Our constant aggravation
at the behest of the King
Political bands cancellation
so our freedom could ring.
Tom Jefferson’s creation
would be known far and wide;
Enumerating usurpations —
freedoms that had died.
Continue reading “Live Free or Die”
A life spent in a sticks-and-bricks,
although he loved to camp;
My father died at sixty-six,
much younger than my gramp.
I’d visit once or thrice a year,
one has to do one’s part;
I should have gone more often,
too much time spent apart.
He had so much to teach me,
I so often ignored;
Around the age of thirty-three,
I finally was floored.
Turns out he had the wisdom
we kids so often miss;
He demonstrated vision
of people, nature, bliss.
My father was a hero,
in war, in peace, and home;
More important than dinero,
get out there and roam.
If one thing you take from this
assuming you can bother,
Go outside and find your bliss,
and listen to your father.
Five days in seven we sacrifice
to make someone else rich.
Supposed way to paradise;
it sounds more like a pitch.
Extortion would be imprecise;
to make us really twitch,
We’re taught not to roll the dice,
or end up in a ditch. Continue reading “Freedom”