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Please listen

I wish I could put pen to paper and stop the fight,
put mankind on a different plight.
To make people understand, 
that we as humans must demand;
race, religion, gender, sexual tolerance all,
stop listening to hate causing the squall.
It makes no difference who you are,
the clan or a country from afar,
whatever the color of your skin, 
or what religion you are in.
It’s time for the world to take a break,
words and action cause heartache.
You have one mouth but a set of two ears,
controlling the one will prevent tears.
Whatever philosophy you believe, 
to merely listen to others and you’ll perceive,
that nothing of others is all untrue,
and understanding perspective we can undue,
the sanctimonious history of religious wars,
the endless fight of political soars.
If we could all just pause and think,
we need mankind back from the brink.
So no matter the battle or side you’re on,
there is no line that can be drawn,
where your opinion or belief,
is paramount to others.
You are simply not commander and chief.

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He stares back at me

I dreamt last night of my father.
He played on roller-skates, with
grandchildren, more likely great grandchildren,
yet to be born.

It was a family get together,
perhaps his birthday, or 
Father’s Day, coming four days from now.
He wore his famous big smile.
The one that makes everyone smile back.

The children screamed with excitement
and he laughed joyfully with them.
Though older, he was not fragile,
but had the vigor of his youth.
Like in the picture that stares back at me.

Family, friends and coworkers always
spoke highly of him.
Their comments and praise made me
proud to be his son.
I hope that he knew and felt that.

A farm boy from a small town,
not rich or famous, but kind and generous.
He never met a stranger, nor  
refuse someone in need.
His work ethic that was matched by few.

I wish I knew the reason / meaning of the dream.
I think about my children, and grandchildren,
wonder how they will think of me?
My hope would be, similar to mine of the man
in the picture, that stares back at me.

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Pleasures in Life

If we start we may not end
but, here it goes for a special friend.
In no particular order or rank,
too many people to mention and thank.

So lets move on to other things,
like a package waiting when the door bell rings.
The telephone beeps a call from our son,
One of the grandkid’s football team won.

The rain keeps coming in it’s endless streams,
but the crops and the flowers are happy it seems.
The lighting and thunder flash and clap,
While I lay on the couch just awoke from a nap.

The fire in its place gives out a warm glow,
and surrounds us with peace from head to toe.
You curled in the chair reading your book, 
Me thinking about what’s for dinner to cook.

Out the window I spy a hawk on a branch,
searching for dinner if he gets the chance.
The big dogs at your feet rise and shake,
It’s time to go out for a bathroom break.

Out on the porch the air is crisp and clean,
the dogs running and playing the usual routine.
Out in the fields the angus slowly move,
chewing their hay and apparently approve.

The ducks and geese in the pond below,
swimming in circles with chicks in tow.
Out she comes with a bottle of wine,
sets on the table and puts her hand in mine.

We sit on the porch as the sun slowly sets,
both of the same mind, no regrets.
Around the corner and onto my lap,
the old cat wanting a place to nap.

I have traveled far and wide,
I’ve seen most of Asia and swam in many tide.
Africa, Europe and islands I’ve been,
Thinking about it makes me grin.

In truth this journey I’ve been on,
to my pride five children spawn.
I’ve met people of every race and creed,
with some I argued but most agreed.

To me there is but only one race,
It is the human one we must embrace.
Yet let’s be ware that evil does exist, 
knowing Buddha, Mohamed and God persist.

This world we live in, big yet small,
amazing people who have answered the call.
Such a big planet with such amazing sites,
ancient cities, oceans and mountain heights.  

There’s nothing better than a full harvest moon,
yet me and the sun, we are in tune.
I wake to greet it most every day,
and stand and clap as it sinks into the bay.

My fortune is in the people I have met,
the fishing, hunting and nature kept.
Elk, moose, buffalo and bear have seen,
fished lakes, rivers and mountain steam.

However, in all of the world’s places I have seen,
countries, oceans and and fields of green,
My truest of all pleasures in life,
are on this farm, sitting next to my wife.

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Dance of Dreams

In the evening, on a moon lit sea
if you stand on the shore and admire
you will notice, not one, but a million twinkles

As the light from moon reflects on the sea
its not shown as one but pieces of sum
like the hopes and dreams yet to come

The weary heart can take note
that all who have passed before this shore
still linger here in the light of night

The lawyers, doctors, teachers and pupils
the love struck wanders, farmers and bankers
the builders, preachers and store keepers

They stood here watching, fixing their sight
on the lapping waves across the endless plight
of water dancing in the night

And all of their hopes and dreams became
part of the very thing they seam
the multiple light of the moon lit sea

And now the light from that very moon
shines its light for me to see
my hopes and dreams flicker in that same sea.

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Memories of a Storm

It rolled through last night,
began at dusk.
A glass of wine while sitting on the porch
and the distant  thunder began.
 
The sun shrunk away,
almost in fear it seemed.
The songs of birds quieted,
and the trees began to move.
 
Without much notice the once blue,
moved to the other side, it’s gray.
That which seemed light by day,
was now dark and heavy.
 
With bottle half gone,
suddenly, lightning strikes with criticism.
The little sting of drops,
and then the rains commence.
 
Totally unleashed the torrent begins,
it jolts, bangs and crashes.
Heavy now, non-stop,
nowhere to hide, dark, unceasing.
 
Without remorse or worry,
the storm at peak.
The last sense of things leaves,
and the remains are dark and grisly.
 
The sound now like a train,
with the instincts of the wild,
lashes out,  cutting across the sky
and shaking the ground.
 
There’s no turning back,
time and life only move forward.
Everything has been soaked now,
shaken by thunder and bitten by lighting.
 
At last it slows,
tired and worn.
The energy is spent,
it has left a cool emptiness.
 
Some quiet now,
drops like tears from the shaken trees.
The wren’s head appears from its nest,
In the hanging basket of flowers.
 
At dawn the sun peaks,
as if testing the safety of things.
Beside me, the blue returns,
no memory of the for- nights storm.

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The Blue Ridge

Not lost, but merely seek,
knowledge and understanding.
Both of the natural world and
my mind’s space and time.

What insignificant thoughts will
push worries away,
occupying that space,
and consuming the time?

On these cloudy rainy days
the melancholy thoughts,
come playing  peacefully, like 
raindrops slowly falling.

The deer appear often at the edge
of the woods, testing things.
Full knowledge of watching eyes,
understanding no threat here.

The damp and green of summer
showers seem endless.
The hard rain satisfying the thirst
of both foliage and beast.

The young black bear scurries
across the road and into the lush,
vanishing into August’s green
and vast wet forest.

As the rain continues to fall,
the wipers moving back n forth,
out the window,
the birds bath and squirrels play.

The radio sings softly,
music from many years past,
no bad news of politics or wars,
rather lyrics for days like these.

From this rainy mountain top
peering down at the 
Shenandoah valley below,
the world seems at peace.
 
This road of life, so similar to
this winding mountain parkway,
which today I travel, 
content yet longing.

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Heart aches

Nothing particular,
then it comes to me.
Like a flash of lightning,  
streaking down from  the sky.
It’s a thought of you, 
and like that flash striking a tree,
my heart aches.

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Hinge people

Have you ever felt like a hinge?
Holding two things together 
while knowing they will soon separate,
and then hopefully reunite.

I think about this when I open the frig.
I often leave the door open if I am merely
going to return something after use,
hoping to save wear.

It is humorous in a way.
Thinking about one’s life
in such a manner.
The life of a hinge.

When you think of people,
it does make some sense.
You have those that are angry,
proud, stubborn, resolute.

Then others who are easily swayed,
emotional and often offended.
The hinge, brings them together
again and again..

The hinge seeks resolution,
in a world torn apart
by politics, fear and emotion,
forever seeking to bring it back together.

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Autumn has arrived

Autumn has arrived.

The sycamore are starting to loose leaves, and the corn fields
almost ready to be picked, indications of its arrival.
Though the temperature, especially in the evening has cooled,
it’s still not quite demanding a sweater.
The night creatures haven’t ceased their songs.
The last of the tomatoes still cling to the vine,
and potato plants withered and hilled, still to be dug.
But as this big ball turns and tilts, ever so slightly,
I can feel it. The month or day isn’t all that important.
Life moves on at its own pace and we humans,
merely participants in this universe, move with it.
Like the sycamore, the mirror reflecting my image indicate it has begun.
The age of summer has gone.
The mind is still sharp and the muscles, stronger then most,
at least at this age, like the last of the tomatoes.
Similar to the songs of the night,
plenty of life and work still ahead.
But all too soon, it will be time for winter’s sweater.
Though seeming early, Autumn has arrived.

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Happy Holidays

The wonder of wonders
Christmas brings,
the season of all
the best of things.

Two thousand years later
choir’s still sing,
hark the herald
remember the King.

Shoppers fill stores
searching out for,
the perfect gift
for ones they adore.

We with a bit more age,
also remember when,
our dreams too
were wistful then.

Making our list
and into the mail,
headed for Santa,
we believed the tale.

Wishing for bikes
or barbie dolls,
quite a bit different
from I-Phone calls.

But all in all
it’s still season,
when family and friends
join for good reason.

So with good cheer in the heart,
and eggnog in hand,
Merry Christmas to all
throughout the land.