Long Adventuring Poems

We all feel like
dying to get out of here
at least sometimes;
a meeting
a relationship
a job
a car or bus or airplane
a house or apartment
a nation or state
a Party or clan
a faith community or PTA.

This is about the...

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The coincidence of Advent
and the HW Bush eulogies
reminded me of DJ Trump's challenge
to laugh about himself
at least as quickly and quietly as he laughs against others.

As compared to any recent US President,
he comes in dead...

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"The nature of the Authentic [Love] Self is always already spiritually [naturally] motivated, turned on, tuned in, ready to respond to the radical [co-arising] immediacy of now [as LovePresent]. It [love] experiences no fear, no...

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Like a beacon on a hill
The white church steeple gleaming still
For all the many years gone past
It marks the path for home at last

Up and down each tree-lined street
Where childhood friends and neighbors meet
In history...

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For future reference,
it might be best
if I give up radio listening
when going out
to take a rest
from domestic
and national
and international climate mess.

Arrested gardening yesterday.
We need more mulch
fragrant as a hemlock forest retreat,
we are
and yet become
when in...

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Childhood Memories!

Playing soccer as a forward and a goalie in early childhood through first grade
meeting a pilot and a stewardess in kindergarten and even wanted to be a pilot for a while because I thought...

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Beware, out-Lander for thy tread on the sacred ground,
Of Louisiana, guarded by the ghosts of the Mississippi,
And here the dead tell know tails, of the living's returning,
After adventuring into the darkness of the night.
Rattle them...

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I was a kid when I looked up at the sky
I was a kid when I pointed my finger at that star
I was a kid when I made that solemn vow that night
I was just...

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Girl of the theater, devoted to beauty, love and freedom. Romantic, not necessarily hopeless, but romantic nonetheless. She romanticises her life, she's the main character of the play. That is her existence. To court her,...

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Boys and girls, listen well,
For I have a tale to tell.
Wait, why are you leaving?
I promise you this won't be boring!
It's about unicorns and dragons fighting!

Oh good, I finally got your attention,
Come, sit down and...

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MY FATHERS BEDSIDE GOODBYE..
His Legacy 6/24/2022

Standing on lifes fragile ledge, 
I gaze 
    wonderingly 
into your brown orbs.

Windows into a house built
By your large hands
Hands That I would now inherit. 

Deep and cavernous..
        oh the...

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What kinds of truth is known to me
I do not know
In the deaths news by air media,
In fear of the new disease
Rightly I am disbeliever

Dark knowledge
In the fathomless dark circumstances
I am drowning

Uneducated fully
In that disease...

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A culture steeped in retribution
becomes blind to freedom's contributions
accessed best through healing restorations,
trust,
virtual stuff
for democracies most resilient.

A society resisting love's innovative brilliance
comic and jazzy improvising resonance
healing ecosystemic egos dissonant
from aquatic wombs of patient advent,

Adventuring winter's...

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I've often wondered if my non-verbal
cerebral palsied son
dreams in colors
and/or words
he can hear clearly
but cannot himself see or say,
at least not clearly articulated.

Yet any sounds and gentle touch
we appreciate perhaps too dearly
if that is possible...

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Memories of Monkey Bridge

on summer days 
when heat rippled over
the lawn and jewel-like gardens
momma would emerge 
from the front door, our only door, 
with a huge white wicker basket.
papa carried the blanket 
and cushions. ...

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All that I have left are pictures and treasured memories anymore,
That is all that I have left of some one I love and adore.

Left behind inside my chest is a black hole, a hollow void,...

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Black silky curtains hang down,
stopping short of 3 inches long,
messy, good scented hair, 
partly covering two beautiful hazel orbs,
dancing with the joy and suns light,
endless staring, tender loving eyes,
placed gently in a smooth light-mocha creame...

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They said it’s time I settle down
If I can’t find a man of my own 
They will be pleased to help me with that
They’re going to find me my man 

They’re talking about me
As if...

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The whole of a journey still to be traveled
is much like a novel begun
with threads of the story not yet unraveled
and windings of plot to be spun.
We’ve myriad paths to meander, assess.
The hours are long...

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For Naomi, life was beginning to get exciting in the fall of 1952...
At the age of 25 , a widow and the mother of two.

So you pack up your 1949 Dodge and off to Alaska...

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My sundress hangs there limply,
needing me to fill it out.
The rains have been relentless
putting all sunshine to rout.
The ides of March have come and gone
without a sign of spring.
My raincoat and umbrella are
each such a...

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it's difficult / yoursatisfaction / set out to succeed based on medical reaction ------
LAUGHTER IS THE CURE!! / the world --- to the god --- is but annoyance / itch /
turning the fur. _______ /...

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The road less traveled is the road worth adventuring,
And a distance unseen is a distance worth measuring:
Such is the path taken by a soldier of great valor,
Once embattled by storms, once a face of sickly...

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Somewhere 
or Maybe Far Away Further Still

Come home my friend, 
you have been gone too long. 
You went without me, 
adventuring places, 
I can not go. 

I need to be there. 
I need to make...

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What brought me to this sullen shore...
is not sheer curiousity at all,
but an equivocal question too hard to be answered
even by those whose minds are so cultured! 

Pelicans swarm the February's frigid sky over the...

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