The Bridge


Containers of lids, sealed bids, a heart can close at anytime

Shanks of tools playing by the rules
awaiting a daily-bloom

Fresh-flowers for us to see, opening one’s precious and purposeful eyes

City of lights, bridge the night for an amazing journey

The vision is partially whole,
teaching me my role, enchanting hope and dreams

Counting cost, letting go of loss, a bridge connects a new-life

People get ready, it comes so fast, quicker than the past, brightness blazes across the river

The lights will feed another need for the time is here and now

Before you are pulled out on a blank and dry gurney, always enjoy the journey, golden-oil fills the sound.

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What if you’re a boy of the summer striking out Derek Jeter? And that is your claim to fame

What if you were the pitcher for his very last game?

Hundred 62 games played in the season

If you strike him out almost seems like treason

Separating toys of words from chalk and cheap

Interrupting moments of sleep

Shouting whispers of this and that

With the eye of the tiger for one more at bat

Walked, talked, plenty of chatter,

you always remember your favorite batter

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A Mountain


Bon Jovi says the poet needs the pain

a drought will always need the rain

Rain in due-season is more than refreshing

bewildered words court is in session

The darkest of nights end endless-lights

Lancers and lovers have no rights

This is only a mountain

Mountains behoove, mountains move

this is only a mountain

Questioning kinks from the sickly,
this mountain will move quickly

This is only a mountain,

You WILL will get over it!

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Branched Out Birds


Spinning and winning a weathervane sails vigorously propelled by the breeze flipped by the flapping of a blue-bird’s wings

A robin sets sail singing her song she sweetly brings

a tunnel gets funneled while a breed creates a home-filled half

The two make one the same way a bloated bull spins off a calf

Spending a secular-season joining God’s creation

Bringing seeds of treats to the nest brings the birds elation

Which way do they need to go? Certainly nature will guide the show

Crossing channels tweeting sagacity in selection

Met on the ground, joined in the air whistling natural-selection

It winks well. It works well! Completely refreshed at a pumped-out well.

Peace forever in a blessed monumental gazebo

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The Stream


Tossed with toes dangling in the sun-setting stream I’m so thankful for my golden-dream

Rushing waters, rivers bending,
No holding back no pretending,

A sun-fish sinks nibbling for a kernel, a river-bed Reflects, permeating love eternal

reflecting clandestine pearls and white rippled-lace

This body of water wakes up meeting the prettiest face

Bubbling clear and pure it’s begging to loan a drink,

Water so peaceful any doubts quickly shrink

Muskrat-love among the cattails
Storms all settled, dissipated all gales

If she was a ’32 Ford her motor I would crank.

Blasted with fuel, God bless a full-tank

Hearing flowers laugh along the mountain-ridge,

Another embrace takes place under the lake-driven bridge

Nature airs perfect peace,

We were teenagers acting out the musical Grease

Tasting better and sweeter than any sticky candy,

my eyes light up same way as Travolta’s when he saw his Sandy!

Soon to be at Friendly’s, conversation over a Fish a Ma Jig,

I never knew that eyes could be baked this big

Thank you Lord, thank you!

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The Smoker


“The Smoker”

She scratches off that ticket looking to win the lotto, living one day at a time is her daily motto

Working hard broiling oil, tin-man on a tin

Looking for her coffee-mate but he hid in a covered bin

Jaded and spaded dinner served in ungrateful fashion

Never finding comfort her soul is always crashing

Turning to a succulent paper down-graded and coarsely wrapped in loud yet silent smoke,

Those burning leaves will eventually scheme a life-threatening and stain-filled stroke

Jawing and drawing the ash turns bright-red

She did not have to say another word enough was already said

I am no Don Draper,

I avoid fumes of cancer birthing stenchful vapor

She took her hair out of a bun, gunning quickly I did run

More than smoke I can’t handle any addiction,

This tale is mostly true and completely non-fiction

Smoke up Sally, smoke up.

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In the Sand


“In the Sand”

Shivering and glittering the night turns to gold,

looking into her eyes the night never gets old

Walking and giggling on the sand we did run,

not wanting the night to end, it feels like we’ve only just begun

The preschool song recalls in cheerful tune, the more we get together, together… together…the more we get together, the happier we’ll be

by glancing into the future I see myself on one knee,

A stallion and a mare colliding coming out of hiding, noses rubbing together,

every day is springtime regardless of the weather

Winter toils, the summer boils, soothness all around

The jealous dialed, I just smiled, I could not be knocked down,

In the sand, in the sand we did play, looking forward to a time we could do this every day

Wave after wave crashing on the joy-filled beach, I requested this moment in great beseech,

John Eddie sang about “Sleeping on the beach with you”, I find there are only a few things I would rather do

Two hearts,two hearts lined up to beat as one, waiting anxiously to see the morning sun

Yet in no rush waiting for the ball of fire to rise, my heart beats faster as I look deeper into her one-of-kind dove-like eyes

The sea tosses and a mermaid it did send, with great joy I welcome my lovely new friend

With the depths of the ocean telling me this is right, I want to hold her hand every single night

With an open heart I want this moment to be never-ending, I asked her Father for her hand, He said, permission pending…

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Sweet Cookies


Eight hours with her feels like 60 seconds,

her heart screams love,
it makes me smile, it beckons

I brought her a cookie and it fell on the floor,

that’s okay I’ll bake a dozen more

Guys try to figure her out, they act real coy, I only see her as a bundle of joy

Flamed and embroiled she guards her heart,

dodging bullets she’s expecting a dart

Streaks of love laminate from her smile,

I’m so glad it’s my number she strikes to dial,

In Gypsy music she prefers Django,

bringing her to Rita’s she requests mango

It’s her taste, so it’s in my permanent note-book,

no one could steal it not even a crook

Boisterous and loud she draws an intimate crowd,

But those that listen to her, hear the silence of an innocent girl

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Restless Hearts


“Restless Hearts”

With the book wide-open,

I shared with the world how I was hoping

With my eyes open-wide as quick as a blink,

my heart got tattooed more permanent than ink

With my heart bubbling crimson-red spilling out passion

Monogamy speaks words of fashion

Robins whistling in the park
Two doves nesting after dark

Never knew life could be this fun
Two restless hearts beating as one

Taking in lucid lights of New York City,

Never realized a woman could be perfectly pretty

The love of God radiates through her face

Jesus knows I am in the right place

Looking through windows hanging on glass,

It’s time to fracture, fracture the past

I tasted this life so I ended up winning,

i am so thankful for another new -beginning

Journey sings “I get the joy of rediscovering you”

And the Lord my God makes all things new…

For this I am forever grateful

If my heart carried bonds, I hold a bank full


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Meet the Day!


Paul McCartney woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across his head. Well…at least I woke up. The best part of waking up is not only sipping caffeine extracted from coffee-beans in my cup and the delightful aroma it dispels, it is a start to a brand-new day. Praise God!

Did your week start off wrong on Monday? Did you screw up yesterday? I did. I always do but I am given a new day each day for an unknown amount of time so I am grabbing each day like a cowboy grabs a bull by the horns squeezing every ounce of strength from each day.

Who cares about yesterday? Yesterday is over. Today is a new slate, clean and ready for your fill. A fresh-beginning. The birds are chirping, the air is still and is freshly loaded with tasteful oxygen.
Enough oxygen to feed this beating heart that pumps constantly looking to grow each day in relationship with my loving Lord Jesus Christ and expel constant joy, love, and peace among my brothers and sisters of this breath-filled world.

I remember my Statistics teacher and often his quote comes to mind from twenty-five years ago, when he said, “Consistency is the mark of an interesting mind.” If Professor Dr.Loeb is correct, my mind is interesting because I consistently fail at getting the most out of each day but TODAY IS A NEW DAY!

Failure stimulates greatness. When you look at yesterday and say I am not going to do that again and you give your new day a fresh shot in the arm and spring out of bed, greatness abounds!

What’s on the other side of failure and bad habits? Of course the answer is success and good habits. Part of success is living each day to the fullest, meeting responsibilities , enjoying life, starting over, and spreading love and kindness.

Get up! Jump out of bed. Face the day with great optimism. It’s a new day! Start over. Even if the morning was bad, you can make the afternoon good and the evening shine with a glow of freshness on your face radiating an attitude of “I did it. I made it a great day.” I can do it and you can do it too.

Don’t let anything keep you down. Ask God for strength and courage and as the Company Commander screams in boot-camp long before the sun even comes up…”POP TALL!!!!”

Jump up on the line, stand proudly. Stand with your back straight up and erect. Stand tall in the walk of life.
Do what the “Man in Black” Johnny Cash did. Walk the line with great confidence, optimism and the knowledge you are a child of the “King of Kings” and that alone my love is a reason enough to meet the day joyously shouting, “Bring it on, I am ready!” It’s a new day. Meet the day, meet today. This guy on a journey is ready, are you?

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