linger on

she came to me in a dream last night
and everything was all right

her silky soft golden hair
was alive and flowing
and she was all smiles
and giggling and glowing

despite all the years gone by
she was as beautiful as ever
and I hoped that this time
she would stay with me forever

she came to me in a dream last night
and everything was all right

at first, she demurred
then looked at me and smiled
and when she reached out to me
I was left happily beguiled

in the morning, I slowly awoke
and she and the dream were all but gone
except for the misty memory of a magic moment
that in my heart will forever linger on

she came to me in a dream last night
and everything was all right

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next time I dream

Sometimes, I dream of my maternal grandmother
Passed away, for what seems so many years now
And I’m always amazed that she seems so alive to me
Alive in my dreams, although I don’t know exactly how

Last night, I dreamed of my late father
Who just recently passed away
He was telling me of things that he wanted me to do
And was helping me to get everything done the right way

In my dream, my mother asked me who I was talking to
And reminded me that my father was gone from here
I said, of course, that I was talking to him
But, when I turned around there was no one there

Then, I broke down and cried little droplets of salty tears
Which I don’t think I’ve ever done before in any dream
So, if my subconscious mind can recreate anything at all
Next time, I wish it would pick some happier theme

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to endure

I know you had been through a lot in recent years
with the transplant, the dialysis, and the pain
and you always took your burdens like a soldier
for I never heard you complain

I guess, all that I can say now
is that I will always respect and love you so
you were a good father and always there for all of us
and my heart really wishes you didn’t have to go

and I know that it is selfish of me
to wish for you to endure and still be here
for you are finally without pain and forever resting in piece
while I am left behind with all my memories of you, so dear

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out for a stroll with Ellie

1847 stroller from the John Leech Archives

1847 stroller from the John Leech Archives (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

as it cools down in the evening
I know it’s time to go, go, go
and I hear Ellie say three times
“where’d she go? where’d she go? where’d she go?”

“Grandma didn’t feel up to a walk.
So, Grandma is at home”, I say
“it’s just you and me, Ellie
out for our stroll together, today”

“No bark! No bark!” she shrieks
as we hear some dogs growl behind a tall fence
and I wonder how fast my old body could move
if I had to come to her defense

“dis one” and “dis one” and “dis one”
she says, touching plants as we move along
and “chirp, chirp!” she sings out
when we hear some birds singing a song

“baby! baby!” she cries out with joy
seeing a stroller moving in the other direction
but of course she can’t take that baby home
to add to her growing baby collection

as we turn the corner, I wonder if we will see the Kitty
that is usually resting on the front porch of his home
“meow, meow, Blaze!” she says when we see him
sitting there just staring at us and all alone

she waves goodbye to the Kitty
as we continue to stroll on our merry way
and soon it will be night, night, when we get home
and for Grandpa, it is the close of another good day

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all that is left

English: A Comedy icon, based on the Drama Icon

English: A Comedy icon, based on the Drama Icon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

as the end credits
began to slowly scroll by
I didn’t know how to react
whether to clap or to sigh

the main character
was so obvious and dull
leaving me indifferent to his plight
and with very little over which to mull

the whole pointless plot
made absolutely no sense
with all the best laughs
ultimately coming at my expense

and the endless subplots
were all mere diversions
taking me on all sorts
of useless dead-end excursions

and so as the grand theater
now grows still and dark
all that is left in this empty space
is my fading final question mark

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in any event

Heights Park, famous for its rocketship slide.

Heights Park, famous for its rocketship slide. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

one night she came to my front door
so, I asked her to stay for dinner
later she was depressed, so I rubbed her feet
and told her that she was always a winner

then, I excused myself politely
and went off into another room
where I had been busy building a spaceship
to take me to the far side of the moon

when I returned she was gone
and I had no idea where she went
but I still felt that we were good friends
although, I never saw her again, in any event

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the separation of powers

Baron de Montesquieu theorized the principle o...

Baron de Montesquieu theorized the principle of separation of powers, that has been implemented in all liberal democracies since it was first applied in the United States. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

imagine a President with a pen constantly rewriting laws
and no one could stop such overt unconstitutionality?
or what if the executive branch overlooked as loyal minions
made up rules to audit and persecute their political enemies?

how could we all forget about the separation of powers
after such acts of abuse of power became widely known?
when the next election will result in a new administration
that will feel that we have left them sitting on a throne

our government is a system of checks and balances
and so we need to find ways to work together for success
instead of the executive branch resorting to a pen and a phone
to work around our elected representatives in Congress

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iridescent irony lost

English: An iridescent cloud over . Français :...

English: An iridescent cloud over . Français : Un nuage iridescent au-dessus de Rennes. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

a sad voice
oh, so soulfully singing
a simple sound
that was lonely and unnoticed
in the cacophony
of a loud and noisy city

where now
the wilderness was
long, long lost
buried under tons
of ancient megalithic
stones and circles

going around and around
as iridescent clouds
circling overhead
floating in a sky
that at once
appeared limitless

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tossed to the winds

a baby being tossed up by a man

a baby being tossed up by a man (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

my thoughts and hopes are scattered
as if my ashes were tossed to the winds
and now I’m returning to the basic elements
back to where all life begins and ends

if life is just an endless natural circle
then why do I feel that I’ve fallen through a dark hole
where I am stretched thin into infinite nothingness
and all that is left is a mere wisp of my soul

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unfolding nothingness

English: Unfolding Nothingness...

English: Unfolding Nothingness… (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

is there nothing but darkness and shadows
and is there only a mere hazy blur of divine light
does everything of meaning end in unfolding nothingness
like a lonely scream in the silent dead of the night

let me see thy sunlight and beauty, ever lasting
open my eyes to the unseen wonders all around me
let me see the leaves shivering alive in the breeze
and let my heart be opened and my spirit finally be set free

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lost in the air

Malaysian 777-200

Malaysian 777-200 (Photo credit: planegeezer)

a Malaysian airliner is mysteriously missing
lost in the air
and after 14 days
we are still not sure exactly where

the flight transponder was turned off
as they flew high in the sky
also the ACARS was disabled
and we have no clue why

it appears now they changed direction
from their planned flight path
and the delays and ever-changing news reports
must have some families feeling confusion and wrath

was it a catastrophic failure
that caught both the pilots unawares
or some evil terrorist plot gone awry
that now leaves so many in tears

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butterflies at play

English: Monarch butterflies

English: Monarch butterflies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was in a room with no windows or doors
so, I felt trapped and was running all about
beating my head and hands on the walls
and trying to find some possible way out

when I realized that everyone has a choice
and that it’s up to each to make their own way
then I headed on a path down to a gentle running brook
where the sun is shining and butterflies are at play

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nuthin much

boring

boring (Photo credit: simaje)

let’s see, I could write about this or that
but I’ve done those topics all before
and I don’t have anything really new to add
and I wouldn’t want to be a repetitive bore

tonight I don’t feel any fire or inspiration
and I don’t really have anything I want to say
I’m just sitting here with nothing to do
at the end of another uneventful day

I suppose I should try to read a good book
but that is hard on my old failing eyes
or maybe I should exercise and take a walk
that would be something a doctor would advise

or I could write a poem about nothing
one that would just waste your good time
and although it would be totally meaningless
at least I could make the lines rhyme

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those curves

Female silhouette - IMAG0410_edit0

Female silhouette – IMAG0410_edit0 (Photo credit: kevindean)

why is it that the sound of a woman’s voice
is so melodic and pleasant and pleasing
and the mere sight of her female lines
and those curves are so instantly teasing?

is it all just genes and hormones
and basic chemistry and biology
or is there something more infinitely magical
that could explain this universal mystery?

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