Monday, August 27, 2007

Keeping distance...


The old house
tucked away in time..
seemed to be trying to hide.
I did not invade
her space this day....
maybe it was nervous thoughts
of snakes and mice(and things not so nice)
that kept me
keeping my distance..
i have come to trust
my first impressions...
the sky promiced rain,
as i sat upon
the huge rock
with my camera.
i could see small animals
looking out windows...
watching me
as if checking to see
what i was doing...
Dodging my harmless
Just missed shots...
Birds cried out
from the trees
as if awaiting my departure..
They say a old man
who lives by the county line
brings them cracked corn
and scraps ......
.

Friday, August 3, 2007

The Bouquet...




high in the sky
beyond the clouds
past the moon
Angels pick flowers
made of prayers..
giving them
to God.
I have been told
(in my dream's)
the flowers cover
all the land
in Heaven...
And God
keeps all flowers
the Angels bring Him
pressing them
In sacred books
like treasures....

First Impressions...




i found Him sitting alone
between 2 sets of trees
hidden from view
near a public hunting sign
off a gravel road...
He just seemed
to appear there...
in the middle of no where.
his one eye
seeming to glare
at me intruding...
i felt as though
He seemed
as suprised
to see me
as i was
to see him..
sunrays fell
Like a rainbow
all around Him..
as if they'd come
to visit...
i did not look inside
the old glass
or touch his door..
I did not see his other side..
someday i will
but not this time..

The Fading of July...




July is ending....
fading out fast...
August is ready to show us
That summer won't last.
She don't feel like spring,
Or winter and fall..
August isn't Autumn
(And She's no summer at all..)
Some call her "late summer"
the "dog days' and such...
she comes in blazing hot
but leaves behind a cool touch...
i don't know if i like her
she seems so out of control...
she can't make up her mind
she's hot then she's cool..
Septembers much like her
( some say she's her twin)
But where August starts hot
September brings A chill in.....
So please if you read this
enjoy July''s fateful end...
it will be twelve long months
Before she's back again.....

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Whispers ....





the old road
leading back
to resting bales
of fresh cut hay
spoke of time
spent farming...
minnows swam
in the small creek
lined in dancing trees...
the old fence
seemed to move
with the wind..
rusted by time
her fence posts
of weatherd wood
(set by hands
that long ago
grew old and tired)
seemed to be weeping.......
the little road
gently whispered
but i cound not hear
what it was saying....
i felt a passion
to take a picture
to capture
the poetry
that need not
be written..
words
that need not
be said..

SEEDS






Once i awoke within a dream.
to find that peace had come.
All the world had freedom.
there was not one evil done.
Every war had ended,
and hunger was no more.
life had so much meaning,
when, it never did before.
Yet, I was the only one.
left upon this earth
for death had come to everyone,
who would not give peace birth
i saw about myself no sign
of modern mortal men
yet i remembered yesterday
and how the world had been.
I screamed a God to tell me why.
Oh why He did not hold
peace within the hearts of men,
treasured more than gold?
"it was then i heard a silent voice,
come from it seemed the sky
"if everything were perfect.
one would not need to try
there shall be the hungry ones
as well as those quite full
there shall be the loving hearts
as well as those quite cruel
there shall be the fortunate
as well as those in need
peace won't come till everyone
plants a peacefull seed.
it was then i asked the silent voice
to tell me one by one
where had been the peaceful seeds
to plant by everyone?
the voice became a whisper
then it quivered than it cried
search your heart and soul each day
for they are there inside
if everyone quite fortunate
helped out just one in need
the full would feed the hungry
but that's just one peaceful seed
i awoke from that dream to find ,
some follow some shall lead
but one thing that we all can do
is plant that peacefull seed.

When Parents die...






when parents die
some familys
grow apart...
things change.
those who would
not give up
their time
or money
are first in line
to inherit something..
they take more
they care less...
once it's over
often times
we find
they took more
than we knew..
I have seen
those who did nothing
end up with it all.
greed sets in.
they shy away
from the rest
( thinking they are better)
never thanking those
who did
the dirty work.
once parents die
the true self
of family
can not be hidden..