Bare tree branches


The bare tree branches
Against the blue sky
Stand in stark contrast
To the clouds that float by.

The squirrels chase each other
Up branches and down,
Across the high wires,
And down to the ground.

Each bird chirps cheerily
As happy it sings.
The green grass awakens
At the coming of Spring.



Here’s another poem for NaPoWriMo. I think it actually needs a closing verse, possibly a couple of them, but I’m letting this one stand for now.

The young man stood facing
The huge Philistine
A stone in his hand,
His weapon, a sling.

“Who comes to fight me?”
The enemy reviled.
“I’m a mighty warrior,
He’s but a child!”

“A stone in his hand?
Does he think I’m a beast?”
He shouted to all,
Not afraid in the least.

“I fight not with stone,
With spear, or with sword.
I come to face you
In the name of the Lord!”

The stone shot out,
It flew true and straight.
And killed the brash giant
Who learned fear too late.



Tomorrow, a day that has no flaws,
Shining, gleaming, in the light.
We see it, while burdened down with laws,
Longing, ever, to take flight.

Each new morning, each new day,
Calls us to begin anew,
Seeking to find a perfect way,
Looking for a pathway true.

Showers and sunlight cleanse the air,
The wind blows ever near and far.
Green grows the grass in a land without care.
Tomorrow, shining like a star.

Over the Rocks


Over the rocks, over the stones,
Flows the rushing stream.
Here it runs, there it pools,
Reflecting the sun with a gleam.

Down its banks the dog and boy
Search for treasures in the sand.
Sight and sound, and touch and smell
Help them to find what’s at hand.

Here they dig, there they roam,
Over mud and sand and stone.
Soaked and filthy from their fun,
At last they run toward home.

After the Sun has Set


After the sun has set,
Before the moon will rise,
Comes the world of twilight,
Dusky in the skies.

Ever looking forward
From the fading sun
Going on to evening,
Having the day’s race won.

Into the realm of starlight,
Just to sail the Milky Way.
Keeping awake all evening
Looking ahead to the day.

More songs from the evening birds,
Never heard by the light of the sun
Only the chirping of crickets,
Playing a song just for fun.

Quietly the world will slumber,
Rousing again at the dawn,
Singing the day into breaking,
The dreams take off at a run.

Unto the light of the morning,
Vast the sky of blue
Waiting with half a breath
Xanthous rising ever true.

Young the dawn approaches
Zippy the day aborning
1 follows as best they can
2nd star to the morning.

On the other side of the wardrobe


On the other side of the wardrobe
Is a land of forever snows.
Go though the closet to find
A kingdom that Monsters know.

Open your eyes and you may see
Magic within your midst.
Hold out your hand, and you may find
A world that shouldn’t exist.

The world is waiting to discover
Where the unicorns hide.
Look about, and you may uncover
A dream slipped onto the waking side.

A world full of love and laughter,
A world full of fear and pain.
A world too full to be true,
But may never come again.

Each morning the world made anew,
Free of yesterday’s flaws.
Each evening the world set to rest,
Left shining to great applause.

Spring is Here


I’m going to be trying to do NaPoWriMo this year. NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April.

I’m not going to try to try anything deep or philosophical for it, just some light fluff that flows easily from my fingers. Rhyme, not reason. And maybe not even rhyme. 🙂

So, anyway, here is my first one:

The sun is shining,
Spring is here.
Gone are the winter woes.
The grass turns green,
The flowers grow,
Freed from the winter snows.

The skies cloud up,
The rain falls thick,
Refilling the rivers again.
The thunder claps,
The lighting glares,
All run to hide within.

Some days too hot,
Some days too cold.
In all, a perfect spring.
Some days, sunny,
Some days, snow.
Let's see what summer brings.


Deceptive Sunshine


Of the six to eight inches of snow they were predicting, we have maybe two, and it’s stopped snowing. Not that it can’t start up again.

The sun is shining
Through the cold.
Soon it will snow.
This grows old.

How much snow
Will this storm bring?
The snow will pile
Over everything.

Freezing Rain.
Freezing Ice.
Soon that may come.
Won’t it be nice?

The last winter storm
Piled snow up high.
I sure hope
This one passes us by.

Time ever swiftly flows


Time ever swiftly flows
Like a river, like a stream,
Upon its surface as it goes
We glide in a waking dream.

Once flowing time has passed you by,
You will never see it come again.
Grab the best as you fly,
Hold on to all you can.

But let go of all that holds you down,
For everything might not be gold.
Some things lost, some things found,
Grant the freedom to be bold.

Each moment may contain a song,
Joy or sorrow, love or fear.
List as the time goes along,
Take heed to all you hear.

Time holds us in an iron vise,
From first dawning until night.
But to the heavens lift your eyes,
Soon the true dawn will be alight.

Buy truth, and don’t sell it


Buy truth, and don’t sell it,
Though it cost you all you own.
Seek true knowledge and wisdom,
Learn all that can be known.

Seek knowledge like silver,
Truth is more precious than gold.
Do not forsake your wisdom,
That was treasured by sages of old.

True wisdom is costly,
True knowledge is rare.
All come from the kingdom of folly,
But you don’t need to stay there.

Some sell their wisdom for pyrite,
Thinking that they’ve purchased gold.
Some trade their wisdom for power,
But find it’s themselves that’s been sold.

A mind is not sated by riches.
Power seeks more and more.
But wisdom flows like a river,
Living water to those on the shore.