A string of summer days strung like pearls of valor
it is hard to be sad when the sun appears like a coin
dazzling us inside a bright blue sky, like an orator
Decorative fragrant white flowers, lily of the valley
sweetly scented bell shaped beauties that grow
in the meadows, what fragrant Grace we tally !
Nothing gold can stay or so they say, but whos to say
if you string up one happy moment ...
those pearls of valor will surely take your breath away.
Categories:
string up, analogy, flower,
Form: Rhyme
The veil is off we can see
The real you and your true face
Standing together
Yet standing apart
The boxing gloves are on
And they’re string up tight
Categories:
string up, life,
Form: Free verse
Smoke slowly rises off the still charred embers
from the moonlit campfire from the night before.
The grass glimmers in the morning dew
chilling my shoeless feet
as I walk to the banks of the shimmering stream
hoping to catch us a couple salmon on their way to spawn
I sit on a big rock and cast my line
across the way I spy a hummingbird fluttering
peacefully from flower to flower
Croaks from frogs echo in the air
as they try to stay cool from the now rising sun
splashing it's heated rays down upon us
I haul in a couple of keepers and head back to camp
toss another log on the fire
string up the fish to smoke
crawl back quietly into the cozy tent
and cuddle up close to her.
Categories:
string up, love, nature,
Form: Free verse
Walking this sod trodden path
Heart in my mouth;cross on my shoulder
To that place where remission thou art
Where I could pour out my heart.
Shoulder cross;heavy boulder
I string up like a soldier
Walking to a court martial
Knowing a verdict to be partial
Ran my race like a lion
Never giving up and brave
Aiming for that plush seat in zion
Was all my heart could ever crave
Everything I gave;nothing I saved
Even after all this oratory
Home is always purgatory.
Categories:
string up, forgiveness
Form: ABC
To purge the self out
of myself--
split freckles and spit teeth,
pluck away at envy colored irises
in submission, permitting ink to pour from
their shallow sockets
like Aquarius
in a star-fufilling stigmata glorified
by sooth sayers:
to string up my forever
and never ever words
in the gallows between ribcage
and leathery scar tissue to-be--
would be to become, in an anti-phoenix manner, brutally
alive, connivingly able
to stretch my reach over so much more
than the narrow spaces allotted by
chapped and parting lips, and what
they exhale; a sigh of monotony unnoticed
again. And I wonder:
Knowing the space-time coordinates when prison-poisoned needles
will perforate the body and whisper in
promises of escape
must be a comfort.
Categories:
string up, courage, dark, dream, growing
Form: Free verse
They say life is like a sit-com,
“Honeymooners” reruns play on down the years;
They say life is like a soap opera—
You wash your dishes and then you dry your tears.
They say life is like a cop show—
Big blue light follows you in close pursuit;
They say life is like a game show—
You win a set of luggage from the man in the shiny suit.
But I say life is a Western movie,
On the Chisholm Trail you ride through the wind and rain;
Life is a Western movie,
‘Cause every now and then you’ve got to face that high noon train.
Yes, life is a Western movie,
In the California gold rush you just might get rich;
Or down in Texas they might run off all your cattle,
So you might form a posse and string up the son-of-a-gun.
I tell you, life is a Western movie,
Cowgirls watch you when you make that rodeo ride;
But all you really need is one good cowgirl
To stand beside till you cross that Great Divide.
But I say life is a Western movie,
On the Chisholm Trail you ride through the wind and rain,
Life is Western movie,
‘Cause every now and then you’ve got to face that high noon train,
And ride off in the distance just like Shane…
Just like Shane.
1987
Categories:
string up, lifelife, life, , western,
Form: Rhyme
They say life is like a sit-com,
“Honeymooners” reruns play on down the years;
They say life is like a soap opera—
You wash your dishes and then you dry your tears.
They say life is like a cop show—
Big blue light follows you in close pursuit;
They say life is like a game show—
You win a set of luggage from the man in the shiny suit.
But I say life is a Western movie,
On the Chisholm Trail you ride through the wind and rain;
Life is a Western movie,
‘Cause every now and then you’ve got to face that high noon train.
Yes, life is a Western movie,
In the California gold rush you just might get rich;
Or down in Texas they might run off all your cattle,
So you might form a posse and string up the son-of-a-gun.
I tell you, life is a Western movie,
Cowgirls watch you when you make that rodeo ride;
But all you really need is one good cowgirl
To stand beside till you cross that Great Divide.
But I say life is a Western movie,
On the Chisholm Trail you ride through the wind and rain,
Life is Western movie,
‘Cause every now and then you’ve got to face that high noon train,
And ride off in the distance just like Shane…
Just like Shane.
1987
Categories:
string up, cowboy-western, introspection, song-life, life,
Form: Ballad