Poem .... The Painting
Purple splashes
Playing in my head
Velvet cloaks
Lined in red
Brush poised in hand
Just dipped in gold
Awaiting that impulse
From artist of old
That classical render
That King of old
That suit of armor
That chest of gold
Tis but a painting
A story now told
A tale of royalty
From days of old
Poem...Blindfolds
We rush toward extinction
Blindfolds in place
Doing what they tell us
Build a new place
The money is flowing
Green creek is rising
No need to worry
Nor accept chastising
What is that sound
It could be a bird
But they are gone now
Never to be heard
Oh well gotta go
More spending to do
More things to buy
Before extinctions ensue
Poem .... Familiar Days
Life speeds away
An alarming pace
Days repeating
Same time, same place
Been here before
Looking for new
All so familiar
All playing through
Like an old projector
That scene it replays
You want to move on
You want new days
But the projectionist
Is not to be found
And our lives
Keep coming round
It is comforting
In odd sort of ways
That life keeps repeating
Those same familiar days
Poem ..... The Cake
I bake this cake
Of plans I make
Of distant desires
I can't placate
The oven is ready
But I am not
Ingredients scattered
Use pan or pot?
I pull together
My unfocused soul
Turn on the mixer
Stare into the bowl
Will it happen?
This cake to be
Time will tell
Must wait to see
