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Monday, December 31, 2012



Crowing! In December's moonlight!
Silly bird! It's merely midnight!
Blissful! Full moon shining!
Davidae's rooster crows, divining!

Snowflakes, formed perfect, silent fall,
Aimless drift, as cockerels call,
This silent twilight, year's end swooning,
In dead of night, with cockcrows crooning.

What magic spell is cast this night?
Doth conjured charm make it right?
Tread soft upon dear mother earth!
Such mystic grace allures worth!

What scheme doth this feathered fowl incarnate?
Entrancement, transfixed by this garden gate!
Has jinx betwixt this realm of voodoo?
Is trance bewitched by this hoodoo?

More gentle flakes settle on bended bow,
Low mooing by the farmer's cow,
Thin clouds wisp along the mountain ridge,
As fascination enchants this ephemeral bridge.

Fathom not citizen this hypnotic appeal!
Test not burgher this magnetic zeal!
Whether be it spell or charm!
Walk on, pray it brings no harm!

Broken quiet night, a new year comes!
Crowing rooster bangs new year's drums!
Step sure and gentle along this wooded road!
Dream good thoughts, secure and safe in your abode!

Saturday, December 29, 2012


Without Muse, 
what poet finds words sublime,
that embellish blank vellum page,
with heartfelt verse and noble rhyme?
Come! Enter such creative realm!
Let immortal Muse, virtuous, gently settle!
Such good and priceless work, 
where lyric evocation tenders mettle!
Oh Inspired Muse!
Excite and spur this plain and happy clerk!
Inflame this very day!
Spark and stir with passionate perk!
Draft melodic passage, Sweet Muse, I pray!













CAW CAW CAW!
BLAH BLAH BLAH!
Splintered lexeme from this old crow!
Hey joe!
Wha'da'ya know?
You don't need ta go there dick.
Wha'da'bout harry?
You think he gives a lick?
Wha'da'bout tom?
Did he go ta the prom?
Whadda mess!
I must confess!
Whadda lotta fuss!
Just swear and curse and cuss and cuss!
Damn that man!
What was his plan?
Now see where we're at!
Just like that crazy cat in the hat!
Playin' all that musical jazz!
What a rompin' razzamatazz!
Now look where we got!
Baby, we just fought and fought!
What a sticky stew!
This messed up me, one spun out you!
Now observe where we are!
I guess we didn't get very far!
Me on Mars and you on Venus!
You think we're forgiven by those that seen us?
Me, way up here, and you, way down there!
I just can't fathom that it's very fair!
So Baby, together, we've hatched this rotten egg!
It's a pirate, with a parrot, and a wooden leg!
No more kisses, no more fun!
No more lovin' left for us under this scalding sun!
I fear we've burned our bridges!
I suppose we've flung our souls, careless, off high ridges!
I reckon we've flown into the burning sun!
And I s'pose now, we're forever done.


Tuesday, December 18, 2012


Clear The Way!

End of the world,
Mayan mystery,
Cosmos curled,
Eons of history.

Back to beginning,
Enter the wizard,
Sense emerging,
Watch the lizard.

Faith, Joy, Hope,
Remember Birth,
Live, Life, Elope,
Rejoice! Dawn's mirth.

Earth song,
Past rainbows end,
Never gone,
As brilliant comets wend.

God's perfection,
Grasp this nature, 

Human introspection,
Midst this timely stature.

December's sunrise,
On we go,
New Year's surprise,
Hanta Yo!

Tuesday, December 11, 2012


Pine and fir, birch and larch,
Wafting wood smoke as I march,
Along the village road at night,
A waning moon, providing light,
Winter now, all cold and snow,
November's winds have ceased to blow,
Days are short, the nights are long,
From woodlands deep, echo Flicker's song,
Black Bear sleep, snug in their mountain den,
As Jack Frost's magic paints the fen,
Northern lights dance 'cross the sky,
Stars twinkle romance, while tailed comets fly,
Thin wispy cloud, drifting slow,
Throughout the valley, hanging low,
Hoar frost crystals, create a winter prize,
As hungry deer forage, I do surmise,
Broad wings extended, soaring noiseless owl,
Search the night for mice and fowl,
Then perched, a hoot, here and there,
Two hoots, then three, in quest of fare,
December travel, along this icy trail,
Bundled in my parka, I marvel at this Holy Grail.