From childhood days, those occasions later on
dreamy places situate, as perfectly drawn
magic spun of one’s later hopes, views briefly cast
oft comes unbidden, surreal - some early scene hast.

Like been there before, though of some elsewhere by
full happiness re-felt, left to wonder why
vague premonitions of having been there once before
oft brings back for me - what our courting-days outwore.

Perhaps a foretaste, how those fully Spirit might know
pervaded me with a joy, once again to show
oh, if could but full-describe of what I speak
sure others have felt of such - if but a tweak.

Have found it seldom abides for very long
births when some scenery viewed, first felt very strong
thence simply know of what it tells - elysian like
a taste of Lotus Land - sensed within one’s psych.

As past memories reappear again as fully real
once more enjoyed, both back then and now - still deeply feel
tasting brief blend of some past event, re-felt right now
as have said, am much pained to explain - precisely how.
August 16, 2000

Farm's harvest daily earns his bread
home-brewed, dark ale cheers
keeps each other spry tis said
til Death sets - other free.

A tale once caught, as ate
cafe-heard - of and why
still wonder, rethought of late
if Henry - first to die.
January 8, 2002

Much like memories, old lesions - Time's healing spun
frivoled wastes of once days, bitter treasons flung
cold winds intoned their dirge - weather's hymnals sung.

What winds scattered, soon entangled midst wild briars
forever caught, until passing years bid them rot
life-schemes shattered, strangled by Fate's hidden wires
their former words forgotten - Nature's final plot.
January 30, 2002

Calls made for war, soon rallied the most
paused for peace, unheard its proffered toast
laws held so high, later found - Justice gone slack
til at last, found mere straws - broke the camel's back.
September 5, 2002

That lie she once told
found to be true - after
but only when she died.
October 23, 2002

Within narrowed scope life had dealt
Time circumstanced, til inly felt
experience gleaned where ever dwelt
reflections gained - when weekly knelt.

Toiled labors, earning what hardship spends
loyaled neighbors, yearning what friendship lends
ora et labora unto death - til life ends.
November 8, 2002

Til their tiredness went to sleep
counting fears instead of sheep
premonitions, such sounds evoke
but morning's fog, first fears thought - smoke.
March 15, 2003

For youth forgets Truths first heard
early years taught thereby
now with ears to hear - the word
late years - now knowing why.
April 22, 2003

Thrice-felt feelings, to rend one's soul
brought from a past, Time's future stole
will penance done - remake one whole?

Broodings brought of dark rainy nights
moodings wrought by stark scary frights
grieving tears, panicked jeers - fearful sights.
April 26, 2003

Til this dream of mine, early morning bred
devolved from whence their former schemes once led
others first hoped, what their dreams had meant
former years early planned - lately sent.
May 29, 2003

Eternally eager to gift their proffered prayer
caressing winds, but Nature's homage of daily hymns
each day tenderly spoken - by their bough-ful dare.

A music cast across far northern spheres
their hauntings translated by human souls
timeless echoes flung down - lost endless years.

So seldom silent, idle winds may provide
earthen tribute, prayers a pregnant world foals
old revelations, ancient winds - still confide.

Within forests dim, beneath dark bowers of tall pines
quietly ponder Life's enigmas til one felt mystified
tossing limbs daily call, softly heard - from whispered signs.

Listen for what human souls hunger deep down inside
join their benedictions, til heart left sanctified
aeolian hymns of praise, answers - Nature may confide.
July 19, 2003

Such duality debilitates
full worth of Hate and Love
requires Trust - before one arbitrates.

For Hate denies one's absolution
yet Love accepts with restitution
tis Faith - gives final resolution.
April 5, 2004

But then are those who always have their doubts
aimless aims vanquished, flaunted with vapid shouts
cede defeat before begin - snipped before hope sprouts.

Finally are those who ponder their endless dreams
unharried, unhurried, planning varied schemes
drift with Beauty's enluring charm - of idled themes.

Do or don't, doubt or drift, dream or die
determined to question, as ponder why
youth's early wisdom - first learned to try.

Humanity at its best or worst
life's endless quest, until quenched one's thirst
but to try or not - man forever cursed.
April 12, 2004

Endless cycle, earthen weathers share
daily rise and fall, Nature gives heir
we ourselves render with tendered care
til mute Death in the end - buried there.
April 17, 2004

That well-intended logic by which she lied
keenly thought-out to simplify
or wryly chose, but to mystify
a growing lad - could not countermand.

Well-thought out schemes, few could apprehend
constructed as but a game
til ill-advised by such shame
a full-grown man - would not recommend.

That un-selected time she chose to cry
with shallow sorrow barely felt
angry for what his dying dealt
dead man's silent lips - could not defend.
April 26, 2004

One longly held false truths, to boost their boast
cheat those found weak, as gain thereby the most
hoard the very best, til rots itself into waste
until foul Hate's tongue savored - its fetid taste.

Praised the worst, but only to curse the best
shame one's honored name, til ruined her fame
with hurried haste, waste a day - to gain an hour
shouting others down - again to boast her brag.
May 3, 2004

Teach the truth with twisted lies
preach false words, their ignorance buys
as Satan looked on - proudly wise.

With sneakful con, take what thieve
urged need for war, til widows grieve
as Ole Nick - laughed up its sleeve.
July, 1, 2004

Lighthouse beam kept turning like a clock
outcast warnings to those still found at sea
uncumbered by that raging surf at its feet
til a northern calm blew in - quelled that storm.
July 20, 2004

Whence again should rise at dawn
disperse those dreams night had drawn
traumas found - completely gone.

Await what new day might bring
olden tunes may newly sing
freshly birthed - of budding Spring.

Past remembered, new futures tell
til onward days, hears that final knell
toll of one's Death - chime's sadly bell.
October 4, 2004

Neurons gave birth to an idea, held by thought
that of itself, newly crafted some further scheme
til would rend those quandaried enigmas from doubt
released from neuraled knots - much like our Spirits dream.

That interface, where neutral shades into color's clutch
gifting artistic beauty, even staid words convey
til leaves behind, all trace of felt-feeling's bonded touch
beast and bird neither count nor named - Nature must obey.

Deep as firm hopes, fast as thought - whereafter unknown
until they seem more real, than life itself can gather of
that realm beyond when and where, Death at last makes loan
upon unsuspecting man, without reason's proof - only love.
October 27, 2004

Life's dual purpose, be saved by what one freely gives
struggled labors kindly shared, by which one daily lives
healing those who suffer, for whatever reason why
til trust gives birth to future hopes - someone's love brought by.
October 28, 2004

Percolates within soaking soil, with a choking sound
til came those scavaged bees a-swarm, deeply delved in that ground
vinyard's gathered vines, wasted another years toil
drained of its vintaged charm - imbibed within sterile soil.
October 30, 2004

Scraps left over, thrown away
waste had no use
perhaps in other times
have fed our goose.

What one man may have out- cast
for another - good as gold
what one earned from hurried past
his whole life could have well sold.

Of those high cards he held
four aces - with spare king
other players could not meld
dared make - a win might bring.
April 6, 2005

Of such, left but to wonder why
some omen lent - til one would die.

Azured blue be-swept the sky
til no shadows seen thereby
tears of joy proudly cry
braved what hopes had to try
such beauty - full-knowing why.

Now unafraid, should lastly die
cut down by Grime Reaper's sharp scythe.
April 12, 2005

Thereafter, her shadowed form unseen
absent months remind, til out of mind
long years grew up far between, until
attorney's note - her name underlined.

Of such was all their old priest told
she who long past, knelt that far-back pew
discretion's cost, both bought and sold
foreign people - her relatives knew.

Such those years slowly came to tell
but what had ever come of it?
No one ever learned-of nor will
even old lies told - finally quit.

For secrets are meant to be secret
their slightest detail, never spaken
although even I must now admit
have liked to know - whom or what was taken.
April 28, 2005

But an hour thereafter, again see one's traveled dust
slowly drifts across green fields, browned with its crust
work and wants, reawakened to earn and buy what must
farm-folk past centuries saved - friendships based on trust.

There sat a-laze, whiled an idle day til downed to dusk
regathering childhood episodes, mind-chucked their drying husk
calloused hands of years past, now gone soft - age allows
crippled fingers slowly write - one's wry muse endows.

Til last sip of cold coffee, leaves behind it lees
again felt that mild stir, of late evening's vagrant breeze
unraveling those interludes, of midday's quiet ease
til calms an evening down, to idle - as one please.
May 9, 2005

A local pet that runs the neighborhood
of their nine lives to live, well understood
a perfect creature in every way
out and about, late at night - or day.

I have no need of pets held my own
neighbored dogs and cats, eat up my scraps
left-overs of garbaged meat and bone
kittens suckled - from her turgid paps.

Through tall weeds or grass, ever slinking
keen eyes on alert, never blinking
my proud aloofness keeps them wild
farming days well taught - when a child.

Perhaps they never die, since so clever
faster than thought, seem to live forever
have yet found one dead, except by cars
a few observed - with well-healed scars.

Eat my scraps, their purged waste carefully bury
loose morals when comes to sex - never marry
seems gods did their best, when created the cat
out and about, always hunting - never fat.

Sins of our youth, devious torments we devised
sly-planned slaughters, our kitty-kitty well disguised
found more ways to skin a cat, despite their velocities
farm cats quickly scattered - fearful of our atrocities.

Now in old age, atone those savaged sins of youth
friend's death and dying, has taught a far deeper truth
my acreage now allows free-range, food-scraps gift them by
merely creatures yet must struggle - just as you and I.
May 11, 2005

A-sit at night of late quiet hours
mind all a-tumble, things undone or should do
whereafter waken with warming showers
those undones put off- to drink my morning's brew.
December 15, 2005

For such cannot return again, both time and place but once occurs
still calmly felt down deep within, Chopin's gentle notes fondly restirs
tis such only music tells, some chanced moment rebirthed anew
as fingers played late-night nocturnal endings - bids their adieu.

Fading memories now laid to rest, cannot be re-lived nor played again
Chopin's soft nocturnes at their best
dreams still dreaming -  what once had been.
December 28, 2005

Re-seen within an aging mind
tilt of sun, wet or dry, rain or snow
events emplaced, one might yet find
tis such music tells - anyone could know.

Recalling those days of I and she
only far Heaven may gift again
for anyone with inner eyes to see
old visions replayed - til felt within.

Until its ending coda, resolving all
harmonic's combination of thirds
re-resonates, enrapturing life's thrall
nocturnes saved with tears - instead of words.
December 29, 2005

when winter's cold requires a strong taste of wine
smooth out those scattered wrinkles, cold weather shares
their imbibe elixir grown of Nature's vintaged vine
ease one through winter's waste - warm fireside wears.

Nectar of those gods, keeps one most regular
with a bit of wine, each meal ends to settle on
fruit of the vine, its ancient practice helps reassure
those cold doubts, winters cast - til last bottle gone.

With glass and pipe, warmly sit by winter's fire
dancing flames, by which one might well dream upon
hearthside's glow, gifting what old wine may inspire
an evening fire thereby spent - to think anon.
December 30, 2005

And so that sad day came to pass
whereby months later, met that lass
when past youth had strength to tell
that truth - shame had brought from Hell.

Ridicule and mockery soon took him down
with strength firm enough, to leave this dastard town
thereafter never heard nor found alive
if or if not had courage - to survive.

One cursed with an out-right honest tongue
til spoke those words, that would hang him hung
for a crime, neither proved right or wrong
whispers still hear - echoes of his song.
November 9, 2006

 Such comfort timely felt, its ticking kindly quells
those wastes of former days, our past has lost behind
of what might well have been, late night so often tells
becalms those times long past - passing time may remind.

Requires but a weekly wind to keep clock a-running right
thereafter left on its own, to count those hours - day and night
once a year, a dab of oil emplaced on each pivot's end
kept high above that mantel's shelf - for what its soft sounds may lend.

Those old or long widowed out, grateful for clock's being by
its sound never questioned, without ever one asking why
but a duty daily done, to know how late day may be
clock and yearly calendar weekly turned - twelve turns of key.
November 14, 2006