Life Rondeau Poems

Songs from a life, sounds like the blues,
microwave fries, pot noodle, stews,
dead on two legs, only half-nine,
saying yes, to the overtime,
this months rent and the...

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Ephemera, a short lived life
of cherished times before the strife 
meandered into detritus
with depth enough to bury thus
beneath the memories with spite.

Photographs torn up by...

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This highway's mine, goodbye to Jayne,
so long, farewell, Virginia Plain,
strife was yesterday's heavy load,
life is tomorrow's open road,
it's time to hitchhike once again.

Heading where songs,...

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No one will know how brightly she smiled
That it charmed her parents and beguiled
Those who loved her near home where she thrived
How she sang and...

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The birth of stars in cosmic skies
could life and death epitomize,
and though we’re but a dot in space,
our earthly home with azure face
might mirror all...

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Speaking of love that’s free, always hears
Sometimes seems even the walls have ears
But it’s Jesus who understands me
Love invites me to fall to my knee...

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This Old Guitar

This old guitar still longs to play 
his tender tunes of yesterday 
that crooned to lovers in the night
beneath the stars and moon’s...

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Rave at the gate, With chant and shout!
Make God mind how large the turnout
When his hand, so grand and devout,
squashes us like candles snuffed out.
Bid...

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The past is dead, future unborn
and whilst we’ve suffered and have bled,
our presence has been by love led,
though between fears and desires torn,
until feral ego...

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In evermore the star displays
will surely show their stellar days
to planetary dwellers there
whate’er their sentient being flair
or parallels to earthly ways.

Such myriads of beaming rays,
how...

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There are two kinds of light - the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.
James Thurber

I hid my light, feared my own glare
I'd just...

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What’s going on in stellar skies
perchance eludes our earthly eyes
or mortal minds to e’er discern
regardless how we strain and yearn
or hazard to hypothesize.

Do galaxies ‘midst...

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The Dancing Plague of 1518: Collaboration with Dilly Dally

A plague cursed, until death they dance
Until forever lasts this plight
Moving hypnotic deep in trance
Onlookers revel at...

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Collaboration with Hat Bueckert
HB lines 1, 3, stanza 2, 4, lines 21, 23, 25
DD lines 2, 4, stanza 3, 5, lines 22, 24

A plague cursed,...

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The stellar realms their laws obey
regardless what our scopes display
or how we wriggle facts around
in outer space, on earthly ground,
to match what present pundits say.

For...

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