From Away

i am a cloud along the sky blown by wind, i travel sprightly by. i see the kids having picnics with their parents far below. – Transient as morning dew dropped sometimes to earth– through glass i view a family… gathered at table. i wave by twinkling in the light. – And so like light, […]

A Request

Time, shed your wings and sit with me. Nothing becomes you like eternity.

The GOP Handbook for Fundraising

Thank you for devoting your time to aid in the rescue of our drowning nation. As you know, the midterm elections are right around the corner, and if we are to save this Republic, there is one thing we need more than anything else: MONEY! It is your job to acquire heaps of it by […]

Mosquitos

Nice to be wanted, but I have to draw the line at needles with wings.

A Light at the End of the Hallway

I walk the darkened bunker walls where lockers line the way down the endless straight-wide tall as last at end of day I close the door to leave for home. – And there it shines—just at the end a light and shadow splotch that seems a little fire glow a sentry keeping watch a bit […]

Day Three

When He had on the third day seen as far as bent the waters green the endless upend, wave and roar the changedness of trough and tor and having perfect in His hand at length the Maker vasted land. – – – – – Petra M. Greening, pexels

Zuru Kah

Traditional folk song of the indigenous peoples of Melenoria, sung in the Èthanshwogg dialect Wylu, cocka shlimby, fwy? Shlimbu nogga swimbry vly! Kalu-ziki ruzuvah, Ishdu bliki zuru kah. Myluzenri shubu tekka shlien! Lazuka mani ishubizelien! . English Translation: Crazy one, you brag gleefully, eh? Happy head, making mud!* From out my heart a war cry, […]

Pageantry

Glowing medal slinging rays, coruscant, burnished, light, killing time in grand displays, come meet me after night. – – – Image by Christine Cravens from Pixabay

The Nearest One

You are the only One I cannot see— I’ve searched the faces on my crowded way, athirst for You—Your arms of flesh—to lay my head upon. And must it never be? You go with us, but how invisibly! I miss Your eyes when I look up to pray and wonder why You hide them far […]

Holy War

We all see ghosts—at least do I. They hang, sometimes, inside the mind the vision spots: fractured slits of broke morality They linger in the memory and sometimes make their presence known to tempt or tease or taunt. – They are because we put them there and loved them—once—from deep inside and gave too much […]