It all ends here
Not there here
Where? Here
Now come over here
Give it here
Your beer, not there, here
I will stand here
Drink the beer, with you here
So, you can witness me here
Drink the beer here
And tell your friends I gulped the beer here
And without fear here
We will graduate from here
Smarter since we were here
Drinking our beer here
Getting degrees here
Not there, here
Who thought it would come to this?
I can’t live in the computer space but I know within it there’s quiet.
I almost think here.
I kind of like that it can’t really be pulled apart and seep noise if I can just keep my volume down
That is becoming more simpler as I age.
Just a place to keep my ears from being visible to my foe,
That makes them crazy
They still work as hard to be better at it
Well that thing
I don’t study computers much
They just took up space in the dark for so many years.
Herky
Jerky
Honky
Tonky
Hari
Kari
Holy
Moly
Husky
Muskie
Hello
Jello
Heinous
Anus
Harmless
Armless
Heeby
Jeebie
He-Man
She-Man
Hoky
Poky
In the early eve
Different sounds are heard
Before I slumber
I hear the sounds of
A motorcycles
Starting up their motors
As I am dosing
I hear a bird chirps
A small child screams
Screaming very loud
Pass byers talking
Music playing loud
Its hard to sleep
Every eve I hear
All these sounds at night
Before the evening
Begins to be quiet
Then I fall asleep
leaves rustle on trees
telling us a storms brewing
can you hear their fright
There’s a voice in my head I wish to hear,
but I’m not sure I’ve ever heard it yet.
To even have it whisper in my ear
would be for me the most awesome asset.
That “still small voice” that’s mentioned in 1st Kings -
it must be the sweetest tranquility
that to prayerful people the Spirit brings.
Oh, how nice would be the ability
to access promptings if I were in need.
But always I’m restless, so in my brain
it’s my own voice I hear going at full-speed
most of the time, and that’s become my bane.
I’m trying deep reflection so I might find
the inner peace I seek inside my mind.
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Want a break from this
Guff you are filling in me
Is triggering and annoying
Give me a chance and hear me.
The willow weeps for me, they say
They play that willow song
What if a willow laughs per se
And we just got it wrong
We misperceive its hanging sleeves
The rustle that we hear
Could be a joke told by the breeze
“Look at that fool, my dear”
The willow dies of laughter, though
We still believe it weeps
The other day I had a go
To listen to the leaves
But it was so serene around
That even birds didn’t sing
Two leaves were slowly spinning down
I couldn’t hear anything..
Pippa rushes through the lawn
It’s a happy game to play
But too far her ball you’ve thrown
And it rolled away
Down to the apple tree
To rose bushes over there
For a moment you can’t see
Pippa’s tail, and you take care
“Pippa!” – ah, she’s got that ball
And runs back to you
Still I hear your worried call
Sometimes it comes through
When my mother took her final breath,
something inside me forgot how to breathe. She left this world, and I've never fully returned to it. The day her heart fell silent, mine began breaking — unendlessly, without pause. When her eyes closed for the last time, mine opened to a waking nightmare that I'm incapable of escaping from.
Living without her is not living — it is dying,
slowly, cruelly, breath-by-breath. She died once, but I die in fragments — every time I remember she's not coming back. To the world, only one soul vanished, but in losing her I lost the remaining threads between myself and living.
As she exhaled her last breath, I lost the
ability to catch mine. Her absence is not quiet — it is a scream stitched into every second, swelling louder the harder I try to turn away, until even a blasphemous silence rings so loud it becomes deafening. Though her body is gone, my soul fissured alongside hers, torn into a grief no time will ever mend.
I walk through this life hollowed. Haunted.
Not living; not dead. Just waiting for the moment I can finally follow her into the dark and come home.
(August 31st, 2025)
They are so simple little things
the very basics that make life real
just stop a moment and ponder
so be thankful next time you kneel
The hearing ear is not for everyone
some are born deaf, so can't hear
never take your hearing for granted
especially when yours is very clear
The seeing eye can be near and far
Various deficiencies affect each one
remember with thankfulness what you see
it's a gift to look at all you've done
But stop now and think of God
for it's the Lord alone who made both
this all-seeing and all-hearing creator
touched us there for our growth
Now consider those who are not so blessed
God's sovereign hand has evaded them
why? you ask, well, no one knows
only God knows, for He decides your stem
Remember every day all that's yours
so much to be ever thankful
whatever our loss, we've got gain
all our profit is our bright jewel
(The hearing ear and the seeing eye,
The Lord has made them both.)
Proverbs 20: 12 (ESV)
If you write a poem, it isn’t;
if you hear a poem, it is.
Avoided
carpenters should
measure twice
cut once
mistakes avoided
we should
hear twice
speak once
misunderstandings avoided
she was terrified of knives
had been fearful of them since she was a child
her children laughed about it
“We never had a steak knife in our home.
We had to cut a side of beef with a butter spoon.”
When October crept near, her fright pranced on overdrive
Her nightmares were not repeated, but we all knew
they had something to do with blood, gore, death and knives
I was a fairly new neighbor, and even I knew about it
Because this was a small town
The things people knew about each other made my hair stand on end.
I had never lived in a place like this; I was a metropolitan chit.
She asked if she could come see me.
“I hear that you clean knives,” she said.
I was astonished, astounded, and intrigued.
“I can, I do, and I might,” I told her.
The knife she showed me had flesh, blood and red hair on it.
The same color hair as her missing husband.
I pretended not to notice and cleaned it as she stared.
We could hear them move, but no one was there, like the rain on the windows, it was knocking, but no one was there.
We could hear them in the wind, like the leaves moving it had a sound, but we could not understand.
We could try to hear the message of the river, as it moved and made sounds with the splashes, it sounded like a rhythm of music, giving us relaxation.
We could hear the fireflies buzzing, but we could not understand, we thought the sound was like a type of hive, working as one.
We could hear God, with his many messages, like the times he spoke to Moses from the burning bush, we thought about the many messages we got.
Some could not hear or see at all, they lived their life, not hearing a word, leaving them to move through life without any type of knowledge of God.
We lift prayers for all to hear and see, and feel the love of God that we feel.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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