time spinning away
here today gone tomorrow
enjoy each moment
15.09.2026
Spinning around,
Jumping rope,
Something found,
Gave wonder and hope.
Homework to do,
Grades to earn,
Squabbles brew,
Moody concern.
Research to keep,
Always on the go,
Lack of sleep,
Prideful show.
Life still a mess,
Why am I fat?!
Work in progress,
More than one cat.
Rocking chair,
Sitting out front,
Knowing stare,
Memories confront.
On its axis, dizzy, ‘round and ‘round goes
gaping, globular uproar;
within its mane gums gleam.
I have addictions
I’m laying in my garden midnight bathing
there’s something in my system
something’s on the way from which I need saving
tomorrow I have a free house
I’m thinking of inviting ten men
there’s more chance of that
than seeing all of my friends
yeah it’s really quite disarming
I’m always told that I’m their best
would you say I’m charming
or shall I just give it a rest?
I crave better connection
it’s only human after all
but I come with all this baggage
the bump in the pavement which made you fall
I try to be polite
I’m told i’m too nice
I try to be in charge
I’m told i’m cold as ice
I suppose you can’t win them all
I’ve been thinking about weddings
meanwhile tinder has me hidden
is it a curse or is it a blessing
that I’m over six foot tall
but the world just keeps on spinning
and I don’t think about that at all
The world keeps spinning
although my loved ones are thinning
at times life moves swiftly
at other times it slows so I can see
the important things and I cling
to the things that may be sight unseen
like love, faith, and friendship
that sometimes sticks tighter than kinship
I am grateful for time to spend with those I love
while still on earth and will see those in heaven above
when this life on earth is finished
and life’s troubles will be diminished
where peace and love will be abundant
I long for this, yet I am not quite done here yet
Some might say,
Evidence was first found,
Outside during the day,
As shadows moved round.
Others could contend,
That it started as a force.
Coreward extend,
Causes spinning on course.
People with crops,
Would look to the sky,
Pull out all the stops,
To harvest a ready supply.
Crew on ships,
Gazed up at night,
Saw way Ursa Major dips,
To find the guiding star's light.
The North Star becomes the center,
Half math game overhead,
Orient the circle,
And answer be read.
Looks of a celestial body,
Can be observed,
Unless the weather is shoddy,
And sky libations will be served.
A container is used,
With something inside,
Keeping players amused,
And rules abide.
Sometimes our perception,
Is altered by the scene,
Invokes more reflection,
Or feels like a dream.
Sometimes it goes fast,
Sometimes it feels like forever,
Having a blast,
Or an arduous endeavor.
Many words to measure,
Other languages and ways to represent,
Covet it like a treasure,
So you will not later repent.
The sound of a
Huey
the tick of
a clock
Both signal
a warning
what is and
what’s not
The flight from
DaNang
that hour till
dawn
Your life in
the balance
to die or
hang on
And leave for
the bush
face painted
and dark
Second hand
motion
that tells you
to start
As medics
unload
both the wounded
and dead
The rotors
keep spinning
these moments
— of dread
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
This poem…
pome
poam
pwoem
poeum
ahhhhm....poem trips over its own name and grins about it
Ideas collide all at once…wings everywhere
Order snaps into place then shatters before cohesiveness
I chase one line…lose three and then find a better one by accident
Chaos keeps the beat while structure pretends it planned this
In the end the mess bows…organized enough to call itself done
Spinning to re-shape
on the lathe of misfortune
tools of memories
slice the old dead-wood away
shavings curling around feet
Round and round I go
ghostly hands remake my form
what I was, is gone
what I am, waits for pruning
severing grief from rough years
New clay on the wheel
trembling hands begin to mold
the shapeless mass pile
a new form slowly rises
shaped by daring, bold fingers
Painted ponies churn
straight road offers no answers
yet the circling does
we learn the truths we forgot
etched deep in the wheel's lament
Wood or clay spinning
hands caress, carve, and refine
as circle chants on
form and spirit are re-birthed
making a new beginning
Round and round I go—
shaped by the spinning
the rough falls away
a new form rises
in the clay, that's spun today,
-on the merry-go-round
-on the merry-go-round
In the garden where morality is a shadow spinning into nothingness,
two bodies touch like shadows fading into the smoke of dusk,
it's not love, just an echo of another touch, a pulse in the unnatural,
we are strangers meeting and parting on a stage of forgetfulness.
And your eyes are deep lakes, reflecting no hope,
only empty desires seeking solace in the abyss of a hollow heart,
we were free, yet senseless, like the dead embracing,
a game without risks, without humor, a ruin smiling at fate.
This garden is full of poisoned fruits, yet sweet fragrances,
and you must know how to discern, to understand the secret of each petal,
we are lost in this flow of thoughts, of history and truth,
for without morality, we are just two lost phantoms, in search of ourselves.
And deep in the heart, where love's roots should grow,
only sand flows, reminding of stories lost in a dream,
we are shipwrecks on a sea of silence, a mute echo in the night,
in a world of strangers, where only death knows a true love.
There are those who think the masses
are like a legion of lemmings
doing a death march into the sea
(actually a river)
but suicidal lemmings are a myth
created by none other than Walt Disney
in Alberta, Canada where
(no lemmings live)
the 1958 film 'White Wilderness' was made
and the sordid scandalous scene
by the filmmakers was staged
spinning turntables were constructed
all covered in snow
to jostle and send them tumbling
then off a cliff the poor lemmings
the crew proceeded to throw
Fading away as the days
dwindle down to a dismal few
I'm still grinning
what more can I do
my head's spinning
eyes dimming hair thinning
but if the devil's in the details
he drives a hard bargain
and if heaven's like a five-star hotel
with 'Welcome' on the mat
remember when beginning
your final innings
there'll be no winning
when you're up at bat
For useful words, the word wheel I will spin.
I anxiously wait for which words I’ll win.
How many sentences will they complete?
Rhyming the end words will be quite a feat.
A noun or a verb, I commonly win,
While over and over I’ll spin and spin.
Adjectives, articles, pronouns for sure,
And other types to add to the allure.
Prepositions, adverbs, I'll win those too.
I'll likely need more, maybe just a few.
It will take one more spin and then I'm done.
I'll put them together and have some fun.
All that’s left is to decide where each goes,
It's what allows me new poems to compose.
I would bring you a dancing two-year-old
A giddy, happy, excited, joyful toddler
She would be wearing a fancy dress
Her spinning and twirling would make you smile
She would take your hands and clap them for you
You would be delighted with her, for she is delightful
She would show you how to fingerpaint and remind you to laugh
that hearty happy full out laugh you have not had since childhood
A giddy happy spinning two-year-old inside a chocolate egg.
What an Easter gift!
on and on and on
we climbed on painted horses
we hitched a ride on a conga line
rode on the luggage collection airport rides
watched the slide-show cycles on endless repeats
for life's a carousel of roundabouts
on those merry-go-rounds,
on and on, on and on,
with no beginning,
end or meaning,
spinning not
to heaven,
nor hell,
dream
on
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