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Monday, April 13, 2015

My Friend Has Gone Home

On February 6 I wrote about my friend, Willie, and his final days. He was 82 years old. We lost Willie last night. I was at his side, and helped the family in their sudden grief. On Friday I will perform my friend's funeral service. Willie has been my friend for 14 years. It was not long enough. Following the funeral, and all that accompanies it, I will be back. Please excuse me for the next several days. At the moment, I am too preoccupied and distracted. I'll be okay...but just now, it's a bit hard. It's never easy saying farewell to a friend.There are few men like Willie in the world. They are a "Limited Edition." The Good News is that I have not lost Willie. I know exactly where he is...Heaven.

~~ James

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

The Purchase of Your Smile

Would dinner and a movie
Entertain you?
Make you feel special?

Would a bouquet of roses
Bring you to smile?
Perhaps a new dress?
That would require
Sparkling jewelry
To dangle from
Your ears
To grace your
Delicate throat.

I suspect
A new dress
And bright jewelry
Necessitate a new purse
And shoes.

We now are
Within the four digit price
For that smile I seek.

We must not forget dinner
And a show.

But with that beautiful dress
New necklace
Earrings
Purse and shoes
We cannot dine in a restaurant
Featuring a drive-thru
And plastic straws.
We must find an establishment
Worthy of your finery.

And the show cannot come with
Popcorn!
It must come complete
With a wine and cheese intermission
In an exclusive downtown theater.

The price has
Soared!
All for
The purchase of your smile.

Honey
We have been together a
Long time.

Had I the coin
I would buy you all this
And more.

Perhaps some day
I may buy your grin.
Today I am
A poor man.

I suppose we must make do
With grocery store flowers
Dinner at Fridays
And a flick at the cinema.

But the amazing thing
My darling
My dear
Is that every day
You offer me your smile
For free.

Friday, April 3, 2015

I Am a…..

I am a warrior
Prepared for the struggle
Ready for the fight.

I am a lover
Eager for the encounter
Desiring intimacy.

I am an arbiter
Trained for negotiation
Hoping for resolution.

I am an educator
Imparting knowledge
Training minds.

I am a poet
Sculpting words
Designing thoughts.

I am a dreamer
Wanting glory
Needing to achieve.

I am a student
Learning life
Discovering truth.

I am a failure
Lacking wisdom
Unsure of myself.

I am a work in progress
Growing in understanding
And asking for time.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

A Slow Unraveling

Bathed in morning light
She lounges against pillows
Long hair draping her shoulders
Her white gown closed
But untied at the waist.

Between us swirl a cosmos
Of bright things
Caught in morning rays.

The taste of coffee lingers
On her lips
Rich and roasted.

Strands of silken hair
Smooth under my hand
As my fingers cup an ear
The way a child’s might
A conch shell
Swept to sand by the surf.

In the iris of her eyes
Brown flecks are caught
Like small things trapped
In amber
Eternities ago.

This morning will be
A slow unraveling
As I separate the layers
Of her alabaster body
Into the core
Of her volcano heart
Into her molten center
And the fierce ardor
That bids me welcome.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Don’t Tell Me*

Don’t tell me love’s forever
And don’t promise love says Never.
We both know that’s not true
No matter what you do.

How I wanted her to stay
For more than just a day.
Her skin was smooth as silk
And pale and pure as milk.

She was my dream, my hope, my lover
And she sheltered beneath my cover.
I gave her everything…
When I held her she would sing.

Sing, oh sing to me
Touch me, set me free.
Sing, please sing to me
Touch me, set me free.

But by morning she was gone
And left me with this song.
Don’t tell me love’s forever.
And don’t promise love says Never.

Sing, oh sing to me
Touch me, set me free.
Sing, please sing to me
Touch me, set me free.



* I can write a song....but I have zero musical ability. I've long hoped to meet a musician with whom to partner. Sigh...maybe someday!

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Intended For Glory

I have seen the claw of the bear.
I have heard the coo of the dove.
I know the voice of the turtle
And the doe and fawn’s tender love.

I have watched the twinkling stars.
I have amazed at cities bright lights.
I know the Grand Canyon's depths
And the curve of the earth’s lofty heights.

I have read the beauty of poets.
I have wept at the symphony’s song.
I know the wisdom of scholars
And the power of right over wrong.

I have marveled at the breath of a baby.
I have cheered at the comfort of friends.
I know the way of men with maidens
And am gladdened that nothing has end.

There are no periods, but commas
In life’s amazing, developing story.
It is not a tale told by fools
But is intended love and for glory!

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

The Fulness of Time

There are moments
When the wail of winds
Perfectly match
The wail of widows
Of sirens
Of screaming discord.

There are times
When the hush of breezes
Perfectly match
The shush of nursing mothers
Of stirring grasses
Of falling leaves.

There are seasons
When the wayward heart
Cries for joy
Weeps at loss
Is silent and withdrawn
Or racing in anticipation.

We are the sum of our dreams
Minus the dread of our fears
Multiplied by the length of our years
Divided by the number of our passions.

The moments
Seasons and times of life
Press the heart into
A universe of desire
A cosmos of care
A warehouse of hope
A sea of sorrow.

The ages
Gather around us
The way the womb
Gathers the infant
For the approaching advent.

We await the fulness of time.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Reflections of an Aging Man*

Oh, to be naive again
To get me back to the garden!
Just to be fresh and free again
Before I needed a pardon.

Oh, to be free again
To be placed in a world without sin!
Just to be free to be me again
Empowered and strong deep within.

Oh, to be happy again
To know where new life may begin!
Just to be wise in the truth again
Knowing the beginning and end.

Oh, to be young again
To be vital and free in my skin!
Just to breathe deeply again
And know life is something to win.


* I am not an old man. But I can see old age from where I now stand! At least, it makes me think, and that provokes a few emotions. There are surely more thoughts than I've included here, but this is a fair beginning.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

All We May Hope

Words
Have the blade
Of shrapnel
Hurled
Twisting in the trajectory
Of rage
Shattering bone
Rending flesh, tendon and muscle.

Words
Have the grace
Of lovers
In twisted sheets
Glistening in sweat
Pledging devotion
Binding the union
Of passion.

Words
Have the precision
Of pyramids
Improbably rising
From desert floors
Bright and audacious
Against shimmering skies
The tattoos of eternity.

Words
Are bullet and nails
Silken scarfs and burlap
Candle light and flare
Words
Are promise and deceit
Flesh and steel
Saliva and oil.

Words
Move kingdoms
Inter kings
Celebrate and mourn
Words
Are the skeleton and scaffold
Of all we are
Everything we do
And all we may hope.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Carefree Highway (Gordon Lightfoot)

Occasionally a song will loop through my brain. It may loop a few hours, or a few days. It may drive me crazy (if it's silly), or charm me (if it's emotional. The older I get the more emotional I'm becoming). No doubt you've had the same experience. Clearly, there are deeply rooted reasons this happens. Gordon Lightfoot has been my mental guest for some time. Presently, Carefree Highway is the "vehicle" racing through my brain. Sometimes I blog another's lyric, simply because it seems so perfect. This is one of those times. Who knows? Maybe my Monarch is somewhere on the same highway. I like to think so.


Picking up the pieces of my sweet shattered dream
I wonder how the old folks are tonight.
Her name was Anne and I'll be damned if I recall her face.*
She left me not knowing what to do.

Carefree highway, let me slip away on you.
Carefree highway, you seen better days.
The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes.
Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you.

Turning back the pages to the times I love best
I wonder if she'll ever do the same?
Now the thing that I call living is just being satisfied
With knowing I got no one left to blame.

Carefree highway, I got to see you my old flame.
Carefree highway, you seen better days.
The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes.
Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you.

Searching through the fragments of my dream shattered sleep
I wonder if the years have closed her mind.
I guess it must be wanderlust or trying to get free
From the good old faithful feeling we once knew.

Carefree highway, let me slip away on you.
Carefree highway, you seen better days.
The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes.
Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you
Let me slip away on you
Carefree highway, I got to see you my old flame.
Carefree highway, you seen better days.
The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes.
Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you.


* But I do recall her face. Oh, yes...I do,