a poem is a sermon
Some say that simple ways are still the best; as we add complication, things decline. How we live puts that principle to test: it’s so subjective, what one thinks is fine. So, adding complication wreaks decline? Stop making babies; that’s simple enough. It’s so subjective, what one thinks is fine; applying principles yourself – that’s […]
A thing gets old because it starts out young and in the spring has little or no care; of consequence and karma, yet unsprung in early life, it remains unaware. Perhaps in early August, comes a sign: an aching in the knees on summer nights; still youth imagines everything is fine, and pushes ever onward, […]
For what it’s worth, most places on a map merely exist as clots in highway veins: mere wisps of web for speed or tourist traps, perhaps historic, where that sense remains. At thirty thousand feet that’s how they look: just blips on distant radar, single grains of sand on beaches that in recent books rate […]
You gawk and call it madness, a sickness that afflicts the weak of mind, the poor, the kind; by gods, you’re such a prick. You practice looking sideways, avoiding the fool’s eyes: a damning mirror, where you see clearer your own decay and sad demise. You laugh and offer insult, never a helping hand. Why […]
I thought I knew, but knew nothing of love before your true love grew to fill my heart; and now there is no other that compares. How small and turned within my life was then, so crowded and content with fickle faire. I thought I knew, but knew nothing of love before your true love […]
Rest your head and close your eyes, listen to this lullaby: let the sights and sounds of day gently dull and fade away; let the chirping crickets’ song slowly make the minutes long; let the fresh and cool bedsheets softly lower your heartbeat; let the shadows of the night send you off to sleep’s delight. […]
There once was a young man from Kent who earned a lot less than he spent; when pressed to make good, he replied, “Well, I should, but I cannot surrender a cent.” Another young soul from Sabine said, “Brother, I know what you mean: once you start to borrow against funds tomorrow, the vultures keep […]