A force of nature, with a heart so grand,
She walked this earth, a light in the land.
Our Auntie Dana, fierce and free,
Like the hammerhead shark she loved to see.
She navigated life's deepest, darkest seas,
Finding solace and strength on her bended knees.
In the Bible, her compass, she found her way,
Guiding her through each and everyday.
For her three boys, her love knew no bound,
In their triumphs, her greatest joy was found.
Then came the grandkids, a new chapter to start,
Each one a treasure held close to her heart.
Aunt to so many and mother to all,
With laughter and cheer,
she banished our sorrows, our every fear.
Her witty humor, her infectious grin,
A beacon of warmth, from deep within.
Though she faced tempests and trials unkind.
A beautiful spirit, she left behind.
So let her memory live, a whisper on the breeze,
Among the vibrant, sunlit, whispering trees.
A testament to a beautiful, brave, and loving heart,
From which we never, ever, have to part.
Love you Aunt Dana, We will miss you!
The lighthouse
alone on the hill
just a tree at its side
its beacon
that light
It casts a long light
in a long blink
and then it's gone
in a spin
to mark the shore within
It sits on its own island
only accessible on low tide
the path a bridge
mercurial moat that hides it
The building is lit at night
as well as its beam
presenting an eerie glow
In the fog it seems
Almost haunted
romantic
so substantial
It's survived tsunamis
wrapped around its base
which left no trace
as they ravaged inland
A sight to see
A hike I intend to aspire
up those circular stairs
to peer out through that light tower
The lighthouse at Battery Point, Crescent City, CA
Where every chart’s heartbeat whispers, every signal shines bright.
Amid the noise of markets, a guiding light appears,
Whether bull or bear, it clears away the fears.
Here, insights flow like wind, and data sparks the way,
Why fear the market’s swings, when truth leads your play?
Bitcoin’s night turns into dawn, altcoins rise and run,
In every dip there’s wisdom, in every spike — the sun.
“Radar On,” the heart declares, hear the trend’s true song,
Silence the FOMO’s whispers, let strategy make you strong.
When shadows of doubt surround your portfolio’s ground,
CryptoRadarNow reminds: “With patience, strength is found.”
Knowledge is the real wealth, numbers speak its rhyme,
This platform teaches discipline — and mastery over time.
One glance, one insight, decisions clear and true,
In crypto’s vast horizon, let self-belief guide you.
With CryptoRadarNow beside, your path will shine with grace,
A journey filled with meaning, success in every place.
Happy thoughts grown like mushrooms
in the dark they boldly offer hope
~ with practice we get proficient
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Went to a concert last night, across town,
To see an old favorite of mine, Jackson Browne.
We slogged through a downpour of thunder and rain,
Where the opening song had a “deluge” refrain.*
The show was amazing; the singing so fine
That years fell away with each lyrical line.
The fans were enamored; we clapped and we cheered
As our younger selves, as if by magic, appeared.
For more than three hours, the music fulfilled
The crowd’s expectations, with most of us thrilled.
Yet still, there was texting on cell phones a’light
From various seats, which just didn’t seem right.
It put a slight damper on what was, to me,
An evening as special as any could be,
For certain performers tap into the past
With a power that, over the years, seems to last.
*”Before the Deluge” by Jackson Browne
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E-yes
Z-estfully
L-ets
F-ull
R-eflection
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Liezl Francisco)
Perched on a sapphire bus, its curves agleam,
In a painted glade where wildflowers teem,
A young man and lady, entwined in a glow,
Bask in love’s fervor, where soft breezes flow.
No tangled forest, but a sketch of delight,
Where a stream’s silver ripples catch dawn’s tender light.
wildflowers and violet blooms burst in the air,
Their petals like whispers, adrift without care.
Her eyes, molten amber, spark embers of dreams,
His laughter, a melody dancing with streams.
Their fingers lace gently, like vines that embrace,
Each touch a warm ember, each glance a soft trace.
Below, on a gnarled branch by the water’s bright hum,
Sits a shadowed creature, its form strangely numb—
Dog, monkey, or kangaroo, cloaked in the haze,
It watches their rapture through the morning’s soft blaze.
In this vivid drawing, their love burns alive,
A canvas of passion where heartbeats connive.
The bus, a bold beacon, the stream’s crystal call,
Frame their forever in this blooming sprawl.
nocturnal mistress
external light ascendant~
eternal reigning
Its not a lighthouse in a storm
Theres no foghorn to be heard
Lighthouses warn of danger
Make you turn away without a word
Its not a spotlight to be avoided
Not glaring into your soul
Not trying to bring attention
To every flaw or failed goal
Its a beacon there to guide you
To help you find your way to shelter
No matter what the storm or spiral
When you mind goes helter skelter
You'll never be alone
Thats a promise I won't let go
Never leave you to be abandoned
Come fire, rain, or snow
For now all is quiet
You're comfy snug and warm
And while I'm happy that you're safe
I worry bout the calm before the storm
So if the darkness should surround you
And the clouds start to roll in
Stop and find light I've left
Let it be your beacon
I am a sifter
So I can be objective
Regarding the sincerity of my smile
About why I laugh
About whom I assign
The key that renders my being whole
I am a sifter
So I can be intentional
Regarding the weight of my words
About when I speak
About whom I honor
With the deepest secrets of my soul
I am a sifter
So I can be purposeful
Regarding the circumstance of my cares
About what I love
About whom I anoint
As partner on the chariot of my vexation
I am a sifter
So I can be held accountable
Regarding the direction of my dreams
About where I peer
About whom I embrace
As the beacon of my aspirations
I must keep up the fight
This life will not be my plight
In the shadows darkness nears
Doubts will be conquered and banished fears
My soul burns a steady flame
I’ll rise above, in my own fame
Though obstacles faced and many lessons learned
Stronger in spirit I will return
So let the storms come as the fierce winds blow
My inner strength only knows how to grow
Standing with my head high with all my might
Courageously my soul inspires me to be a beacon of light
A beacon of love
Gleaming in the bright harbor
So that all can see
BEACON
A contrast to night
You are both dawn and sunset
More subtle than day
You are my destination
And a light I can steer by
Buck up
the
night
is shining
A beacon of stardust
glitters
to light the way.
when trees are crushed,
papers form.
a beacon of knowledge,
but also the end of a lively plant.
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