I say they are like stained glass windows…


some say they are like glass
easy to break in a NY minute
when shattered they make a pretty mosaic
kaleidoscope artists pattern the pieces
after they tumble them smooth to the touch
novelists bury them between their pages
carefully crafted in a tale well spun
I say they are like stained glass windows
the more broken, the more colorful, the more beautiful
when their love and light shines through…
(Copyright 05-04-13)

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Someone’s there holding tight…

Ann Caroline

now I know you are too shy
to ever say it when I’m near
the memory of James
most likely tapped your fear
you wonder is he mad
you resemble her, you do
are we all but a dream?
in your heart, you feel it too
now when I close my eyes
sometimes there is this light
as I think of you my dear
someone’s there holding tight…
(Copyright 04-30-13)

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seems they reaped a whirlwind…

Eye of the dragon

it may come as a blooming surprise
but you’re only about 20 years too late
now he doesn’t listen to anyone
save the platitudes, and psycho mumbo jumbo
for the naive, gullible, and hopelessly clueless
words here are wasted, pointless, futile
someone long ago, sowed the wind
seems they reaped a whirlwind…
(Copyright 05-17-17)

for all time…

the one who loved the most – my mother
shall be with me for all time…


The_sight_of_Barre_Greylast week I visited a peaceful place
the final remains of many rested
under a nice blanket of snow
it was my mother’s wish that took me there
her spot now secure at the foot of my father’s plot
the saleswoman smiled as if she really cared
oh this lot will allow for two – that’s great
suddenly, I knew where my ashes would go
this would be apropos after all is said and done
three younger ones have rushed there
ahead of their time in this playground for birds
two fell by their own hands
just like it was written in the stars
what’s that like I cannot say
although not recommended for the faint of heart
it was the middle one that drew great pause
an angel stricken with that incurable mystery
no known cause and no known cure the doctors said
in two years she was back…

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all along the star filled glitter…


oh you’re wondering what would move me
to a passion held at the start
when the diehard has expired
there’s no path that you can chart

emotions that would fuel you
through a lifetime of endless words
when you visit by the graveside
then the echoes will be heard

all along the star filled glitter
dreams that died close to your feet
when you ride the final curtain
know that death you never cheat…
(Copyright 05-12-17)

A Samurai Warrior’s Creed

I have no life or death…


Bruce Lee Bruce Lee

A Samurai Warrior’s Creed

I have no parents–I make the heavens and earth my parents.
I have no home–I make awareness my home.
I have no life or death–I make the tides of breathing my life and death.
I have no divine power–I make honesty my divine power.
I have no means–I make understanding my means.
I have no magic secrets–I make character my magic secret.
I have no body–I make endurance my body.
I have no eyes–I make the flash of lightening my eyes.
I have no ears–I make sensibility my ears.
I have no limbs–I make promptness my limbs.
I have no strategy–I make “unshadowed by thought” my strategy.
I have no designs–I make “seizing opportunity by the forelock” my design.
I have no miracles–I make right-action my miracles.
I have no principles–I make adaptability to all circumstances my principles.
I have no tactics–I make emptiness…

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