The Storm and the Night

Lightning flashed across the darkened skies
The wind moaned loudly in a manner that made a soul shake
Rain beat down on plants and ground soon soaked
The world seemed to be coming to an end and I was wide awake.

What scary form awaited me in the dark of night
The house shook and all was a fright
The wind blew harder and in the dark
Strange forms seemed to grow out of every corner

Would this night never end?
And bring the rain and wind another way to send
Would I ever see the light of the sun?
A friendly face in an early morn.

A crash from a broken tree
Falling heavily to the ground
But not one that I could see
When was this night to end?

No stars in the sky could be seen
Only wind and rain smashing against my window pane
On the night seemed to drift
Making my soul to feel as though I was falling over some sightless cliff.

Slowly the storm seemed to drift on by
Wind and rain gave way to a more friendly sky.
Strange figures that seemed to long prevail
No longer taunted me as the wind lost its eerie wail.

The Hunter and the Hunted

Night has fallen
dark and deep
creatures stir that had been asleep.

A light from passing cars flash into the dark
yellow eyes peer from the night
a scurrying movement catches the eye
then all is lost under the darken sky.

One of our furry friends goes on a hunt
looking for a meal
that is hiding in the nearby field.

Watching closely is another pair of eyes
seeking its prey
under that dark and cloudy sky.

The feline friend crouches low,
moving stealthily
eyes fixed
as an unsuspecting rodent scurries by
knowing that a meal is about to be served.

All the while in the dark of the night
another pair of eyes
gleaming yellow in the pass of the lights
watches as its meal is about to be had.

Silently without a sound
the pet approaches its prey
when out of the night the hunter
becomes the hunted
and dies in a most sudden way.

There is an Anger in this Land

There is an anger in this land
One that is not to hard to understand.
It comes from a lack of trust
Of those we elected to represent us.

This nation was created as one under God
It was built by workers of the sod,
People from all walks and faiths of life
Coming to a land free of strife.

From the humble beginnings of an early time
When a people who came with a yearning to be free
Throwing off the shackles of tyranny
Established a government elected to represent the many.

As time went on the government grew
Until it reached the point where it was run by a few.
Lost in time was the point of view
That the government is designed to keep the people free.

Full circle we are coming in this land that was free
To once more subjected to a form of tyranny.
Now that banner our forebears flew
Is again unfurled with its message for all to see:
“Don’t tread on me”.

Lazy Day

The water was
dark and brown,
two turtles rested on a nearby log
soaking in the sun.

A large grey heron swooped lazily down
landing effortlessly
while looking around for a tasty morsel treat.

Overhead a squawking jay served as sentinel
to warn of my intrusion into its domain.

All I wanted was to sit and dip a line
into the cool brown pool.

Perhaps an unsuspecting fish would seek
the dangling worm on the end of my line.

Even if there were no takers
I wouldn't mind.

It just was a chance to visit
the calm and quiet of that dark and cool
pool as it just drifted by.

Thoughts of nothingness clouded an
otherwise empty mind.

It was just a lazy day,
warm and friendly sitting by that
dark and brown pool
with a drifting line.

Cares drifted away
like the white fluffy clouds high above.

So why spoil a beautiful day.

The Slave

From a far away land he was brought in chains
In a dark hole of a black ship he was sold for gains.
His life belonged to another,
And to the highest bidder he was sold to his keeper’s brother.
He worked from first light to past the setting sun
And then did more until the work was done.
Six days a week, with rest on one
He toiled at hard labor under the scorch of the sun.
The crack of a whip
Brought no words from his lips
He just looked down
And worked without a sound.
For his labors he received not a cent,
He did and went where he was sent.
A crude shelter he called his home
Worn clothes were all that covered his bones.
Of family he was not allowed any
And friends, truly there were not very many.
When his life was ended in a rude bed he was laid,
And his worn body then placed in an unmarked grave.

We Will Not Be Quiet!

Note: Written in response to the assertion by the elected officials in Washington that the citizens calling themselves Tea Partiers were a bunch of political radicals and crackpots.

They want the people to go away
To keep quiet
shhhh…. don’t say a word.
But…we’re not!
We the people elected them!
Why should we stay quiet?
This is our country!
We are the people!
We are the voters!
We own this country…not the elected officials!
So..why should we be quiet?
Why should we go away!
Who in the hell are those elected officials anyway!
Get out! Get out of my government! I don’t want you anymore!
“….when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security.” [Declaration of Independence]

Fading Memory

Things can come, things can go
With a mind that has become so slow,
I cannot keep a thought for long
As I continue to go along.

This river of time I find myself in
Just keeps on going and I can't remember when.
My thoughts stay jumbled and finally lost,
Will I not be able to have a mind on the mend?

Age and memory aren't much fun,
When that river of time keeps going and you have none.
A fading mind is like a day that is ending
All that's left is a thought that needs mending.

.....?? Nuts!!