Love music, low joints
No rock or blues today just
Ankles going pop
Where did winter go?
I think I found it, hiding
Deep inside my bones
Mud rut, driveway’s edge
I’ll miss the kid who makes it
When he leaves next fall
When those close are blue
I find it hard to share that,
Want to cheer them up
But I know I should
Just be there, listen, let them
Feel all their feelings
Lend an ear, a hand,
Arms to hold them, if needed
And then hold my tongue
For how “should” we feel
Facing age, ills, death someday
For loved ones, ourselves?
Can there be true peace
Without facing, embracing
The melancholy?
Sometimes we must brood,
Dwell on the dark thoughts, as we
Work our way through it
Ecclesiastes
Put it right — to everything
There is a season
Attend and abide
And trust those we love to find
Their way, in their time
Johnny Cash, Feb. 26, 1932 — Sept. 12, 2003
In the cotton fields
Pickin’ bolls, singing Gospel
J.R. Cash began
In the hospital
Ready to meet Jesus, June
Johnny Cash did end
Between, what a life
Did that man live, so much pain,
Hurt, love, redemption
God Bless Johnny Cash
Man in black with weathered voice
For all those held back
George Harrison, Jan. 25, 1943 – Nov. 29, 2001
Something in the way
He moved up was so human
So much of the flesh
Hare Krishna George,
Vegetarian, gardener
Loved cigs, women too
He was a real guy
However much he thought life
A mystic movie
He loved the music,
All-night ukulele jams
And No. 1 hits
From his Fab Four fame
To Bangladesh, Wilburys
He made such sweet sounds
Let’s toast all of him —
A good and talented soul
And flawed flesh and blood
Catch a birthday wave
Electromagnetically
Google salutes Hertz
Hertz was first to prove
Electromagnetic waves
Really existed
Showed radio waves,
Light had same velocity
Could be transmitted
Thought his findings were
“Of no use whatsoever”
Boy, he got that wrong
Led to radio
And wireless telegraph,
Rent-a-cars (kidding)
They named the unit
Of radio frequency
The hertz after him
And that’s Heinrich Hertz
Not Heinrich’s uncle Hertz Hertz
Then we’d have hertz squared
River birch sunrise
Spindly branches, gentle breeze
Smudged rose horizon
Ansel Adams, Feb. 20, 1902 – April 22, 1984
Ansel orders up:
“Yosemite, organic,
“And hold the color”
Which did life break first?
Wings, spirit, body, voice? Now
Silence, songbird. Rest.
“Meet Christian Singles!”
Holy adulterous spam!!
Jesus, I’m married!!!
To have and to hold
The heart’s perfect companion
Born 1903
Hushed confidences
Whispered to soft, waiting ears
That always listen
A trustworthy mouth
No loose lips to slip and tell
All secrets safe here
The perfect body
For two arms to hug, squeeze tight
Before slumber comes
One hundred nine years
Since this special love began:
First Teddy bears sold
Happy Valentine’s Day. Last year it seemed as if lots of different people were singing to me. For some reason, this year it’s Van Morrison. Here are a couple of light ones.
“Crazy love,” I love
That craziest phrase in all
Its redundancy
Valentine, a saint
But not first guy, or last, who
Lost his head this day
I wrote a lot of verses last year, but for some reason this one got the most response. Hmmmm.
It’s Valentine’s Day!
Hug your sweetie; love your spouse
Just don’t let them meet
The whole 2011 bunch is here.
And here are the rest of this year’s, not so light.
Courageous, we love
Surrender our hearts, ourselves
Out beyond the fear
Courageous, we love
Losing those we hold most dear
Inevitably
No more to savor
Taste of salt, scent of flowers
Intoxicating
No more to drink in
Every line, curve, lash and lock
With forever’s thirst
But till then we dare
To love with all our senses
Out beyond all sense
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