My babies - last of the Mohiccans

Friday, October 13, 2017


There are moments in life,
When we think we are right;
When we seek opinions,
Yet choose to defy;
When our view is impaired,
By supposed thoughts;
When bias encroaches,
Our brainwashed minds;
When expectations are denied,
By fear and fright;
When our minds are so clouded,
With denial and strife.
These are the moments,
That make up our lives.

Fri, Oct 13, 2017

Saturday, July 22, 2017


they move, at
the speed of light;
dark shadows,
throughout their flight;
feelings of longing,
and despair;
to the source,
of a mind that cares;
on the porch
and waiting;
for an eternity,
that doesn't dare;
an ageing dream,
of someone so rare.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The Star

A star is born,
and within her rays
our days are spent;
giving nourishment,
growth, and life.

The star brings life,
spreading her warmth,
beauty, and sunshine;
leaving us cold, only
when she reclines.

The star will die,
and with her will
we all perish;
into a darkness,
solitude, and strife.

Monday, July 17, 2017


My mind has traversed,
through hills and dales,
walking, running, and fleeting;
From back streets to highways.
From islands to continents.
From grasslands to deserts.
And what you see in me now
is the wearied traveller,
saturated with sweat,
yet, filled with fantasies.
Moving on.
Into the wind.
Destination unknown.
Lost and found.
Still searching!

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Paperback Writer

Weary, roughened, and forlorn,
I'm a paperback writer,
who tells stories,
of people, places and towns.

Presupposed thoughts
permeate my mind,
threading through the lives
of real people and their times.

The story evolves
from beginning, middle, to the end;
With crescendos of emotions
peaking high and low.

She picks me up gently
and leafs through my pages;
The edges are bent
from bookmarks left behind.

The cover is faded.
I am slammed shut
while she sleeps;
Her mind filled with all of my thoughts.

Morning has broken
I am picked up again
and read;
Minds are stirred. 

When the book is done,
I'm just a pile on the shelf. 
just a paragraph
in other peoples lives.

Apr 23, 2017

Saturday, April 22, 2017

My Illusion

I saw her peeping 
through a sprinkling of rain
seemed so far away,
she was untouched; 
She danced for me
through a screen
so voluptuously;
A fleeting feline
stalking through the leaves,
I look around
and she's there waiting; 
I beckon her
and she comes forth
displaying her finery;
Arms stretch out
in a tight warm hug
that seems never ending;
Illusions can be beautiful
when they stay
in your mind;
The air is filled with laughter
it will always be that way
as long as she stays;
I keep walking
along the road
until I get to my pot of gold;
Where I hope
she will be waiting
for me;
To dance again
in the rain.

Monday, March 13, 2017

My Silence

I am your silence,
who follows you
Even though I may
sound loud
and pestering sometimes;
Embrace me tight.
For I shall hold you 
close to me forever
and protect you
from the silence
of evil.
Listen to my silence.
You will be safe.