Time is like an ever moving stream
It carries all away.
Like a restless wave upon a shore,
Once there - is gone forevermore.
A day that is lost - a time that is wasted -
not shared or spent in joy,
Is a time that cannot be recovered,
And a life that is spent - is lost forever.
Monday, July 19, 2010
True Love
A love that is not given freely,
is no love at all.
A love that is wanting,
is a love that is wasted.
A love that has a price upon it,
cannot be returned.
A love that is freely shared and given,
is a love that will last forever.
is no love at all.
A love that is wanting,
is a love that is wasted.
A love that has a price upon it,
cannot be returned.
A love that is freely shared and given,
is a love that will last forever.
Solitude
From far out at sea
The errant wave begins
Pushed onward by a restless tide and wind.
Rushing head-long toward the shore
In a mad dash to find a home
On some lonely and distant place.
The sound of the wave
Crashing down upon the surf
Brings a constant and noisy roar
Only to summon another to repeat its chore.
Never-ending tide and wave
Crash constantly on the shore,
To make a symphony of sound
That lulls a nearby sun worshiper
Into a deep and restful sleep.
The errant wave begins
Pushed onward by a restless tide and wind.
Rushing head-long toward the shore
In a mad dash to find a home
On some lonely and distant place.
The sound of the wave
Crashing down upon the surf
Brings a constant and noisy roar
Only to summon another to repeat its chore.
Never-ending tide and wave
Crash constantly on the shore,
To make a symphony of sound
That lulls a nearby sun worshiper
Into a deep and restful sleep.
Day at the Beach
A trip to the beach at Gulf Shores, Alabama this past week spawned these thoughts and a lazy, relaxing time.
A clear sky dawned,
A hot summer breeze stirred;
And the tall sand grass swayed like majestic swans.
The heat of the day drove all from the beach,
Except a few hearty souls who strutted about,
And then sought cover under the umbrella's shade.
The water sparkled and then foamed
From the bright sun and the never-ending waves.
Eyes grew heavy from the heat and sun,
And soon closed to take a rest surrounded by
The rhythm of crashing waves.
A summer rest was here - and a lazy time was had -
While overhead sea gulls dove gracefully into the sea
In search of unsuspecting prey.
And upon the sand I lay,
watched the clouds float by,
And dreamed of faraway places,
And let life drift slowly by.
Life's Wave
White foam upon the surf
Crashing down upon the shore.
A crash of thunder peals the air,
A sound of a wave smashing upon the shore
And then followed by yet another encore.
The sea gods are angry today,
A wind blows from out at sea,
Pushing wave and tide even closer
and then sending them crashing to the shore.
High over head the sun is so bright,
Causing me to squint and shield my eyes,
From the glaring sight.
Life is like a restless wave,
Seeking a far distant shore
Upon which to find one's heart content.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Crisis Management
In life we learn a lot about a person when we see how they function in a crisis.
It has been said that in time of crisis, a leader will arise. George Washington is a good example, there are many more throughout our history.
In the current disaster relating to the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico the lack of leadership demonstrated by our current President is appalling.
Did he cause the disaster? Certainly not.
Has he been able to assemble the necessary team to fix the problem? Not that we can discern.
It's said that Obama can give a great speech. There is a difference between a speech and talking. I would say that he is good at talking - John F. Kennedy could give a great speech. Both, I would suggest, were not accomplished at crisis management; though certainly Kennedy could be pointed out as doing somewhat a creditable job in the Cuban missile crisis. Obama has yet to reach the level of a good manager.
It all depends on who one surrounds themselves with. A good leader surrounds himself with the best and most competent in all fields - a small person usually brings in "yes" men and "boot lickers".
It can be said that Bobby Jindal, Louisiana's governor, has been trying. Has been coordinating and has shown leadership skills in this time of crisis. He showed it again during the hurricanes striking Louisiana in the past.
Confusion and inefficiency rein in the Gulf. Obama has failed thus far on his watch. The polls indicate the general public believe this to be so as well.
Will we survive this crisis? Probably so. But, not with the leadership that is so lacking today in Washington.
A crisis is not something anyone wants, looks for, or relishes.
But, in the time of a crisis it certainly separates the "men from the boys", and shows the true mettle of the individual - and proves who is a leader, and who is not.
America is waiting for its leader to arise - it hasn't happened yet.
It has been said that in time of crisis, a leader will arise. George Washington is a good example, there are many more throughout our history.
In the current disaster relating to the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico the lack of leadership demonstrated by our current President is appalling.
Did he cause the disaster? Certainly not.
Has he been able to assemble the necessary team to fix the problem? Not that we can discern.
It's said that Obama can give a great speech. There is a difference between a speech and talking. I would say that he is good at talking - John F. Kennedy could give a great speech. Both, I would suggest, were not accomplished at crisis management; though certainly Kennedy could be pointed out as doing somewhat a creditable job in the Cuban missile crisis. Obama has yet to reach the level of a good manager.
It all depends on who one surrounds themselves with. A good leader surrounds himself with the best and most competent in all fields - a small person usually brings in "yes" men and "boot lickers".
It can be said that Bobby Jindal, Louisiana's governor, has been trying. Has been coordinating and has shown leadership skills in this time of crisis. He showed it again during the hurricanes striking Louisiana in the past.
Confusion and inefficiency rein in the Gulf. Obama has failed thus far on his watch. The polls indicate the general public believe this to be so as well.
Will we survive this crisis? Probably so. But, not with the leadership that is so lacking today in Washington.
A crisis is not something anyone wants, looks for, or relishes.
But, in the time of a crisis it certainly separates the "men from the boys", and shows the true mettle of the individual - and proves who is a leader, and who is not.
America is waiting for its leader to arise - it hasn't happened yet.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
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 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.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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.
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.
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