Friday, July 3, 2020

I Stand Tall

“Bloodied but unbowed"

I stand tall.

Pulling my limbs from the dark tendrils

that unceasingly try to drag me under,

I stand tall.

As Cool Hand Luke, not ready to lose,

I stand tall.

Against the wages of daily stress

With undaunted spirit

Proud of my humanness,

Of spirit,

I stand tall.

With a glint in the eye

And a curl on the lip,

I stand tall.

And, for those in my life,

Or in my memory,

That have shown me how,

I stand tall

Monday, April 6, 2020


His head spun and he fell
Unable to stand, memory lost
Serious injury and hospital
Becomes a reality check
That scares every teammate.
But we shall go forward, undaunted.

“One game at a time,” they say.
Comes with spirited “Good Lucks.”
We nod, smile and say “Thanks”
Yet this game is different
There’s more than a win or loss
But we shall go forward, undaunted.

So, as we ride the bus as a team
We shall joke, chat and strategize.
And our hearts will thrum eagerly.
as we hunger for the field,
Yet, cool, with nonchalance and a grin

We shall go forward, undaunted.

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

The Sound of Words

The sound of words being made
Started out scratching quill to parchment.
Sharp tip scrapping ink into scrolls
Scratching out the scrawl of ideas,
The scent of poems, the essence of humanity.

Gutenberg, with a pull and a spin
Banged large plates together to sound out
Like a bell the equality of books.
Bringing news to all, sharing knowledge,
And bellowing thoughts of revolution.

The key of a typewriter strikes. Whap!
Slapping metal into ribbon on to the page.
Words tattle and rattle from aching fingers
Cachunking a carriage with a whiz after a bell.
Words soft and hard speak stories of life.

With a whir and a hum, the power excels,
A silver ball bounces and bangs along.
Words form quickly with the dance of thought.
And with a shift of white and a shuffle back,
Words disappear, to be resurrected more clear.

Now, the words wink with the soft clicking
As fingers tap through the digital glow.
Printers whisper quietly, paper hisses into trays.
Though the flow of energy is hushed and subdued,
The sound of making words still thunders on.

May 2002

Saturday, October 5, 2019

A Small Town Gathering of Heroes

A dark night, rainy, a hero came home.
A black car, long limo, carried him gently.
A flag of stars and stripes blanketed him.

The street was glossy, tires whispered prayers,
For many heroes preceded and followed.
Lights, red, white and blue, flashing quietly.

Troops ‘Ten-Hut’ as he passed with honor.
EMT, fire, state, and county colors rolled with
Fellowship, pride, and a teary eye.

Many people stand together, close and somber,
Connected in grief, love, and respect, as family,
A community of hugs and remembrance.
All about are sturdy, stoic faces of the men and women
Who protect, stand in harm’s way, go to danger, and serve,
And I say thank you to him, to them, to all.

Sunday, February 24, 2019

She has Super Powers!

“She has super powers!”
“No, she don’t!” Hands reject.
“Yes.” Eyes flare. “She does.”
Hands scoff. “Prove it.”
Eyes shine bright. “Easy.”

She came in before school ever started.
Painted the classroom up real nice.
Made it bright. Made it clean and safe.
On the gray, rainy days she smiles and hugs.
We forget about the outside and learn
As she leads us book explorations.
We stood on chairs when we read our poems.
Something about a different way to look at things
And sounding our voice over the roofs.
Plus, this is funny, she and others danced on stage.
It was pretty good for a woman her age
And we laughed together, the whole room.

“She sounds a bit crazy.” Hands taps the table.
Eyes roll with a grin. “Most teachers are.”
“But still no super powers,” Hands, palms out.
Eyes proud. “She changed my world.”

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

A Dusty Old Valentine

I found a dusty old Valentine
Shoved back into a desk drawer.
It was one I bought for you
Then misplaced sometime of yore.

It had hearts and flowers
And curly letters delicate and red,
“You are my heart and soul,
Be mine, now and forever,” it said.

Fifteen years are only a few years
As husband and wife then family
Add three; meeting, knowing and falling
We have barely scratched at eternity.

The dusty old Valentine and all the yesterdays,
Like today, with tomorrow, holds with a smile
Your blue eyes showing, day after day,
Me with you and your love all the while.

Thursday, January 31, 2019

I Give You G

I went and said Good-bye to you today.
Family and friends spoke of you.
A lot of Good words were shared,

Me, a man of words, however,
     was at a loss. I had no words to Give.
What is there that can be said?

All I have David, is a letter,
    that letter, which leads to the words, is G

I give you the letter G
    as in Ginger,
with your red head crazy, curly ‘fro.
   Course, you said, “mistaken for Ginger” when actually “Gangster.”
   Yet, the only crime I heard was stealing your sister’s hair Gel.

I give you the letter G
    as in Gentleman.
You were polite and courteous
   to my wife and Good to my kids;
    a friendly, Genuine, sturdy, all around nice Guy.

I give you the letter G
    as in Good and Great;
    A Good man; heart, body and soul.
    A Great brother, son, friend and co-worker.

I give you the letter G
    as in Goofy;
    Sucking up peanut m & m’s off the counter,
    special eye-brow trimming and TheFlyboi123 monologues
    on You-tube; witty, clever and hilarious.

And I give you the letter G
   as in Grin
     Your signature smile, from ear to ear, oh so Genuine,
     and, like you, big and bold and beautiful., as said by sis, “Gorgeous.”
Yeah, David, G is your letter,
     and that Genuine, Goofy, “Gangster”
      (actually Gentleman though),
      Gorgeous, Grin is your Gift to us all.
Although it is only a letter,

I give you G.