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Battle of the Seasons

From the north he came nimbly in the night
	Softly silently bombing blanketing buds

Saturating each single stem
	Snowy sneak attack barraging bombarding bark

Wracking white war-like wonder
	With relentless wrath and rage

Cardinal calling watching in wonder
	Bright crimson claret buried between alabaster boughs

Chipmunk and squirrel shell-shocked
	By snowy shrapnel scamper to shelter

Relentless yet irrelevant retreating rush
	Futile effort from frosty frothy forces

Spring stands inescapable
	Flowers and flakes conflicted

Spring snowflake and spirea stand strong
	Bravely bearing banners high

As if to say, try as you may
	Your day has passed ‘tis spring at last

Ol’ man winter wanes wails and warns 
	I shall seize the season someday soon …




Inspired by the 5”- 6” snowfall we have on March 26, 2011
after we had 80 degree weather last week.

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Dad

I never saw him but he said he could …
dive sixty feet
into three feet of drink ... i
saw him drown drafts
and distillers from glasses that clink …

I never saw him but he said he could …

ride bikes backwards
on bars with his butt … i
saw him
abuse and call her a slut …

I never saw him but he said he could …

whip any ten men
only for fun … i
saw him whip loved ones
and brag he had won …

I never saw him but he said he could …

ascend, sail in air ships … i
saw him soar
from s t a g g e r i n g summits
to heaps on the floor …

he never said he could but i saw him …

InciteinvisibleInvaders
CURSEshadow’sSilence
BR EAK bones
HURT hearts
TURN holidays toHELLDAYS
PUSH			 peaceTo Pandemonium

I SAW HIM!

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Ode To My Daughter

I confided with The Jeweler
I want a masterpiece
A wonder to the modern world
Where joy will never cease

He said he’d start with umber
A rich, golden shade of brown
use it from the very start
create a special crown

Next, sparkle from His diamonds
He used them from within
Distributed them quite liberally on
Her eyes, her smile, her skin

Oh yes she will be special
A jewel the world will love
treasure made with so much heart 
They’ll know she’s from above
She shall be known as Ceci
Because she is to be
perfection of a young lady
like your sister is to Me

He said I know just what I’ll do 
To make your crown the best
I have special method 
Pulled from the family crest

There’s never been anything like her
nor will there ever be;
I’ve taken the spirit of her aunt
Your dear sister as you can see

You know she was quite special 
That’s why I called her home
but I wanted you to be blessed 
so praise Me with a poem

a tribute to My creation
a gift to all the world
although I blessed you with 2 boys
I gave you just one girl

I did one other special thing 
To set this child apart
I gave her something special
A piece of The Jeweler’s heart

I have  filled her with compassion
She will be the downtrodden’s friend
She will always be a guiding light 
Yes this is who I will send

Sometimes at night, you will hear her
As you lay there in the dark
this lil' Gem sing Me praises
A gentle meadowlark

A champion for all children
Inspiring, encouraging all
She embarked upon this journey
She already heard my call

So always, treat her special,
let her know I care
you see she is My masterpiece
A jewel that is quite rare.

A tribute on her 17th Birthday

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On Turning Sixteen

On Turning Sixteen

At sixteen seconds you cried
And so did I 

At sixteen minutes 
I held you and you held me
by the heart

At sixteen hours 
We were heading home
and our family now 
numbered four

At sixteen days 
Our family was conflicted
Our little man now had a
problem; daddy had another 
child in his life …

At sixteen weeks things 
Were getting crazy
Long nights, loud nights
Son and daughter now
Starting to find companionship 
Comforting. 

At sixteen months
little sister stare,
her hero brother.
Steps becoming strong and sure
Beautiful golden-brown hair
The skin, the smile on waking,
Umber eyes

At sixteen years
Driver’s license
Self-assurance, doubt
Edge of womanhood
Brother and sister BFF
Fleeting childhood
Undying love
Happy Birthday


To Ceci from Dad on her 16th birthday (7/01). Much Love.

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Mark Twain Cover Up


In Hannibal Town

Tom Sawyer Conspiracy

Can you say White Wash?

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Technology

In the fifties life was simple
black and white you see
Elvis on Ed Sullivan
came across our used TV

Phones from Mother Bell
Rotary dial straight cords	
made way for Princess touch-tones
we now had tele-lords

Sputnik was the next big thing 
man walked on the moon
Neal Armstrong declared one small step
we sensed space travel soon

Then came IBM computers 
much to our distress
seemed we didn’t speak the language
didn’t have access

Enter Microsoft and Apple
much to our delight
We could talk to all our buddies
whether far,day or night

Email, wireless, blue-tooth
our new communications
talking either neighbors 
or to once obscure nations

As I look back and ponder
changes we’ve been through
I sometimes miss approaching a friend
simply saying how are you?

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Dreams

broken heart still beats

dreams of my father still haunt

chance to hug once more

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Springtime

Forsythia, sun 
Dogwood, crocus, tulips, snow
Springtime in midwest

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Cussed Them

Customer Service

What Seems to be the Problem

Excuse me please hold

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Concrete Ribbons

On roads to nowhere/everywhere
white crosses dot the countryside seeking
a final resting place abandoned now to 
wait for plastic flowers to be placed as if 
somehow this will bring closure to loved ones 
who mourn their passing from interstate to ether state
from sadness to glory from son daughter mother father 
grandfather orphan to eternal rest. 
White crosses maybe one maybe five 
returning to death no longer alive. 
one brief instant horror to blessed rest
on a cold siding/a concrete ribbon/
a drainage ditch/a nowhere road.
Are they resting there or are they crying 
to let them be with others in this clay
state that means nothing.
now the remains of yesterday clinging to memories faded as
the plastic flowers/teddy bears/grayed out names that 
mean nothing to but a simple few who will 
not let them rest.
Oh my soul mourns to let them free 
let Jeanette go free Bill S. on that lonely road
let B.R. road worker lay his tools and vest and
hard hat down Fred S. is a memory nothing more 
nothing less/let them rest … we long to be at rest 
not be looked upon by passersby who 
wonder why our crosses are in the middle of 
Nowhere/we are nowhere to be found.
We cry for justice of the past/let us sleep where 
we are not where the metal and pain and stench and broken
glass found us …