Monday, November 19, 2018

The Doctor Cried

The Doctor cried.
It meant so much 
that he could weep
when somebody died.

He could still feel 
something deep,
something unseen, silently
hurting him inside.

It meant so much to see him weep
because he really tried.
And for every life he could not save -
the Doctor cried.

Sunday, November 18, 2018

The Silent Guns


Cannons; old and silent; 
just as they should be,
pointed only at the sky,
for old folks memories.

Or pounded into plowshares,
as foretold in days of yore;
relics of a remedy 
we don't use anymore.

The flashing of exploding shells,
the whistles and the thuds,
have all been replaced by fireworks;
the only tragedies being the duds.

Ah! If dreams were but reality,
and it were up to me?
There'd be no guns pointed at them,
and none pointed back at we!


Photo by Tina Weil Lampropoulos

Friday, November 16, 2018

Discontent

This is the season of my discontent.
Lying in the cold, wondering where the summer went...
Was there not a spring? 
Has Autumn all been spent?
You'll have to grant me pardon now if I seem discontent.

This is the worst of times, when better times have gone,
deserting me and hurting me, leaving me alone.
Did I give offense?
Pray! Say! Tell! what I did so wrong,
to incur the wrath of colder times, when better times have gone?

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Spells

I go through spells-
My body screams and moans at times,
at other's  my heart yells-
there's pain in every cell.
I keep no secrets from you,
I go through spells.

I still have dreams-
In which I twist and writhe, until it seems 
that I must die, 
undoubtedly I have arrived at the Gates of Hell.
I can't deny, even to myself,
I go through spells.

But I have hopes-
That someday I'll arise, and when opening my eyes,
painless, blue and sunny skies will greet my days.
Though I say this with conviction, I know the lie I tell.
There's no escaping from it, 
I go through spells.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Points of View


"I don't like your point of view.
I can't change minds, so I'll change you."
That's pretty much what's it's all about,
it's just what both sides do.

You say you don't like my opinion.
I think your facts are all pure fiction,
hid behind your bombast diction.
Bogus - quite like you.

We never stop to consider
the verbal barrages we deliver
as nothing more than common litter;
temporary - as the dew.

Words unleashed as deadly arrows
cut just as quickly to the marrow.
It could be "we" who's hurt tomorrow;
take care in what we do.....


Photo of Salton Sea in California.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Losing me.....

I'm not half as funny as I used to be,
"Just not quite me",
some might say.

But, I'm not twice as loony as I ought to be,
due to some things, you see
which came my way.

I just try and take it day by day,
and still have my say,
and often do.

The hardest part to do is to hang on to you,
and then ask you to
not slip away......

Thursday, October 11, 2018

Last Word to My Father


Would that I could,
but can't so I won't
It's not like I don't want to,
it's simply that I don't

meet your expectations,
so, i had to stop from trying.
It's the only way I had to cope,
and keep myself from crying.