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Holding on to the God rail

There are times in life where you may think life is not fair just because to you things are not working out the way you want them to. During that time you may not be able to fully understand the process as the pieces of your journey is being connected, but I say to you,

Journey By Rail

Written: August 29, 2023
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The train whistles its song, ready to depart,
Embarking on

The Rail

the rail, one inch thick
with a runner of clean snow -
two birds in bare limbs

Nov 2022

Across the Iron Rail

out-stretch wings
and
stiff
broad sail
gathered 
its bearings
what guide
the
red tail hawk
full flight
across the 
iron rail

Old Rail Fence Row

The old rail fence row is jagged and twisting
Between the fields now claimed by nature
Lie fallow the subject of a realtor’s listing,
The old rail fence row is jagged and twisting
As I look over the land my eyes are misting,
I miss the rustic place of my birth, for sure
The old rail fence row is jagged and

Three Tracks In One Rail

Two Loves

No two loves are
quite the same;
I guess, that's why
it's love – if not, 
duplication would
be to blame...nothing
worth holding on-to. 


Humane Nature

Human Nature I have
long forsaken – though
the lessons learned linger;
having grown far too old
to wish for harmony...
while never too jaded
to believe in Love....


A Stubborn Pumper

The heart is a stubborn
pumper, like a drummer 
high on

Grab the Rail

Incompetent and scared
You’ll get caught 
With your fingers
All  unprepared
To carve the image
You have made

Say what you know 
And never forget
To grow in grace
For you were placed
Here to change
The status quo

Being formal but kind
Will help you pass
The structures set
For your decline

Grab the rail
And hold on
While life sails
Cover your head
Note the haven
And return 
With the next

Common Law Proposal - Split Rail Intentions

My grandpa built a split rail fence. 
He did the best he could.
He hand-dug every post hole, 
Sweat and muscle, rough-hewn wood.
Didn’t compromise his standards, 
He was sure to do it right.
He made it bull strong, horse high and hog tight.

The carnival just came to town, 
Its gaudy midway, too.
Don’t favor taking chances, 
But I’ll

The Railway Is Expanding

The railway is expanding 
So the government’s demanding 
That anything that’s standing 
In the way must be removed.

Remove the stock brick terraces
Our family homes and premises
For onward comes the nemesis 
Of all we’ve known and loved.

Uprooted oaks and plane trees
Will be replaced by steel gantries
But what prayers will fill the chantries
For the soul that’s being

Tears On the Iron Rail

Bodies crammed shoulder to shoulder
Packed in wooden cattle cars
Their destination to them unknown;
Men, women, and children,
Old, young, and grown.

Bodies standing crowded and pressed against each other
Hearts filled with fear and despair;
Their screams and sobs of anguish and agony
Pierce the stifling air.

Their hearts and minds filled with uncertainty and sorrow,
Not knowing where they will be this

At the Rail

Golden sunlight softly falls
	on the cottage by the shore
and the woman standing there
	on a summer day so warm

roof is batched with grasses dry
	and of golden wood 'tis built
things of life shaped by man
	forming all that he would have

windows made of clear hard glass
	framed with metals dug from the earth
there that one can freely see
	all that

Hear the Ghost Train Whistle

All night I travel, in a dream…
asleep since midnight - plus sixteen.
A ghost train’s whistle, softly drawn
through orange-black at cusp of dawn.
The phantom locomotive chugs
with each and every stroke,
then crests the hill, going faster still,
churning out black ash and smoke.
From this smoke cloud falls a raindrop
though some might disagree,
say it’s called a devil’s teardrop,
but knowing

Gypsy of the Railways

Gypsy of the Railways

I march to a different drummer
My life it is my own
I'm an explorer of experience
That is how I'm known

I've seen snow in South Dakota
I've been on the Vegas strip
Had barbeque in Kansas
My life has been a trip

I'm a gypsy of the railways
I'm a legend in my time
I move on in a boxcar
Brother...

The Strange Case At the Rail Yard

The night shift drags on
As I sit at the monitors
Security work is like that
Some nights once the cleaners leave 

There is nothing to do 
Except wait for the end of the shift
The monitors show the perimeter fences

They were installed
To monitor people 
Who jump the fences
To graffiti the stabled trains

Then the northern most security light activates
Then

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