Good Night
Night beat back day and brought great quiet to this place.
It turned the boisterous day from this land’s face.
This black with light is a part of the whole,
Which gives the chance for rest for many a weary soul.
Night beat back day and brought great quiet to this place.
It turned the boisterous day from this land’s face.
This black with light is a part of the whole,
Which gives the chance for rest for many a weary soul.
May 15, 2025 at 4:46 AM
Good Night
Night beat back day and brought great quiet to this place.
It turned the boisterous day from this land’s face.
This black with light is a part of the whole,
Which gives the chance for rest for many a weary soul.
Night beat back day and brought great quiet to this place.
It turned the boisterous day from this land’s face.
This black with light is a part of the whole,
Which gives the chance for rest for many a weary soul.
Rain
Solace from the sky for recent days dry
This rain day came. Plants do rely
In spring and summer to survive
On these wet days to stay alive.
Solace from the sky for recent days dry
This rain day came. Plants do rely
In spring and summer to survive
On these wet days to stay alive.
May 13, 2025 at 1:22 AM
Rain
Solace from the sky for recent days dry
This rain day came. Plants do rely
In spring and summer to survive
On these wet days to stay alive.
Solace from the sky for recent days dry
This rain day came. Plants do rely
In spring and summer to survive
On these wet days to stay alive.
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2024 in rhyme
Another Road to Ride in a Nation with a Wide Divide 2024(rough pre-edit Google version) Forward. Each of the Covid years I wrote a booklet of poems. I normally published them on Facebook as I wrote th...
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May 10, 2025 at 4:05 AM
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The vicissitudes of age can bring on rage.
But in youth the stress can be a mess.
In midlife may we live so that we give
Both youth and age considerations sage!
But in youth the stress can be a mess.
In midlife may we live so that we give
Both youth and age considerations sage!
May 10, 2025 at 1:18 AM
The vicissitudes of age can bring on rage.
But in youth the stress can be a mess.
In midlife may we live so that we give
Both youth and age considerations sage!
But in youth the stress can be a mess.
In midlife may we live so that we give
Both youth and age considerations sage!
Eve
The magic moment of sundown,
When treetops glow high above ground.
Treetops, rose red, radiate down,
As shadow covers the low ground
This contrast reaches hearts,
Where evening’s sun departs.
The last of direct sunshine,
Leads night toward its prime.
The magic moment of sundown,
When treetops glow high above ground.
Treetops, rose red, radiate down,
As shadow covers the low ground
This contrast reaches hearts,
Where evening’s sun departs.
The last of direct sunshine,
Leads night toward its prime.
May 8, 2025 at 3:21 AM
Eve
The magic moment of sundown,
When treetops glow high above ground.
Treetops, rose red, radiate down,
As shadow covers the low ground
This contrast reaches hearts,
Where evening’s sun departs.
The last of direct sunshine,
Leads night toward its prime.
The magic moment of sundown,
When treetops glow high above ground.
Treetops, rose red, radiate down,
As shadow covers the low ground
This contrast reaches hearts,
Where evening’s sun departs.
The last of direct sunshine,
Leads night toward its prime.
Rain
A light rain last night,
Made a splash of light,
By raining up stream,
Widening the beam.
River ripples delight!
A light rain last night,
Made a splash of light,
By raining up stream,
Widening the beam.
River ripples delight!
May 5, 2025 at 11:36 PM
Rain
A light rain last night,
Made a splash of light,
By raining up stream,
Widening the beam.
River ripples delight!
A light rain last night,
Made a splash of light,
By raining up stream,
Widening the beam.
River ripples delight!
If import tax is a tax on the buyer, like sales tax, regressive. Why then is corporate tax not just as regressive? Will not the business tax ultimately be payed by the purchaser of that business' goods?
May 5, 2025 at 5:50 PM
If import tax is a tax on the buyer, like sales tax, regressive. Why then is corporate tax not just as regressive? Will not the business tax ultimately be payed by the purchaser of that business' goods?
Mid December: Winter starts
Slowly lightening days and hearts,
Sending longer daylight hours
While cold days hold powers
then they bow to Spring.
Let February have a fling.
March will bring the promising day
Of budding April & lazy May.
Tthis song if set to tune
Will shower us with a blessed June.
Slowly lightening days and hearts,
Sending longer daylight hours
While cold days hold powers
then they bow to Spring.
Let February have a fling.
March will bring the promising day
Of budding April & lazy May.
Tthis song if set to tune
Will shower us with a blessed June.
December 13, 2024 at 1:03 AM
Mid December: Winter starts
Slowly lightening days and hearts,
Sending longer daylight hours
While cold days hold powers
then they bow to Spring.
Let February have a fling.
March will bring the promising day
Of budding April & lazy May.
Tthis song if set to tune
Will shower us with a blessed June.
Slowly lightening days and hearts,
Sending longer daylight hours
While cold days hold powers
then they bow to Spring.
Let February have a fling.
March will bring the promising day
Of budding April & lazy May.
Tthis song if set to tune
Will shower us with a blessed June.
In these Fall, soon solstice, days
Hills are hiding in a haze
Of smoke like clouds and fog.
They set a mood upon the ground
With grey filtered light all ‘round
On tree and fallen log.
Casting in the winds of time
In images pure, sublime
This autumn’s epilogue.
Hills are hiding in a haze
Of smoke like clouds and fog.
They set a mood upon the ground
With grey filtered light all ‘round
On tree and fallen log.
Casting in the winds of time
In images pure, sublime
This autumn’s epilogue.
December 7, 2024 at 10:39 PM
In these Fall, soon solstice, days
Hills are hiding in a haze
Of smoke like clouds and fog.
They set a mood upon the ground
With grey filtered light all ‘round
On tree and fallen log.
Casting in the winds of time
In images pure, sublime
This autumn’s epilogue.
Hills are hiding in a haze
Of smoke like clouds and fog.
They set a mood upon the ground
With grey filtered light all ‘round
On tree and fallen log.
Casting in the winds of time
In images pure, sublime
This autumn’s epilogue.
Eve
In the quiet cool of eve
May you have faith, may you believe
That at the dawn of the morrow
There will be more joy than will be sorrow.
In that contentious interplay
May joy always win your day.
In the quiet cool of eve
May you have faith, may you believe
That at the dawn of the morrow
There will be more joy than will be sorrow.
In that contentious interplay
May joy always win your day.
December 7, 2024 at 6:02 AM
Eve
In the quiet cool of eve
May you have faith, may you believe
That at the dawn of the morrow
There will be more joy than will be sorrow.
In that contentious interplay
May joy always win your day.
In the quiet cool of eve
May you have faith, may you believe
That at the dawn of the morrow
There will be more joy than will be sorrow.
In that contentious interplay
May joy always win your day.
This grounded cloud covers my view;
This fog restricts my vision, true.
Also life depletes sight with age,
But go I quiet? No, with rage!
I have a history, legacy to share!
For those around me for whom I care,
Listen youth in times of rest
And with old stories you’ll be blessed.
This fog restricts my vision, true.
Also life depletes sight with age,
But go I quiet? No, with rage!
I have a history, legacy to share!
For those around me for whom I care,
Listen youth in times of rest
And with old stories you’ll be blessed.
December 5, 2024 at 4:01 PM
This grounded cloud covers my view;
This fog restricts my vision, true.
Also life depletes sight with age,
But go I quiet? No, with rage!
I have a history, legacy to share!
For those around me for whom I care,
Listen youth in times of rest
And with old stories you’ll be blessed.
This fog restricts my vision, true.
Also life depletes sight with age,
But go I quiet? No, with rage!
I have a history, legacy to share!
For those around me for whom I care,
Listen youth in times of rest
And with old stories you’ll be blessed.
"24 Fall"
In the Autumn mist appeared this purple berried bush.
A moment’s delight, a morning’s blessed wish.
In a world and time we who are old
Are rewarded as we walk in chilling cold.
In the Autumn mist appeared this purple berried bush.
A moment’s delight, a morning’s blessed wish.
In a world and time we who are old
Are rewarded as we walk in chilling cold.
December 4, 2024 at 7:12 AM
"24 Fall"
In the Autumn mist appeared this purple berried bush.
A moment’s delight, a morning’s blessed wish.
In a world and time we who are old
Are rewarded as we walk in chilling cold.
In the Autumn mist appeared this purple berried bush.
A moment’s delight, a morning’s blessed wish.
In a world and time we who are old
Are rewarded as we walk in chilling cold.