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One of Two Eyes
One of Two Eyes Each step we take, in tight parade,A thousand eyes, the same cold scene,A flawless mold, a dull charade.Yet wander far, and you may findgenuine, eyes that shine with care.A face, unlike the common kind.For some will say, with bitter tongue,and break what they wonât understandââYouâre not like me â you donât belong.âYet some see the spark, the untamed hue âWhere vibrant worlds inâŚ
Crocus
Crocus Through the crush of a blizzard,a promise still grows,Like a small plant pressing upthrough the snows,Though tiny in stature,it rises in time,Like hope in a heartbeat,like rhythm in rhyme.
At Leisure by the Sea
At Leisure by the Sea I spent a moment of sunshine,on a summer forenoon, down by the sea,With a gleam of morning lightthrough an open window, I felt free.There by the shore till evening,the lighthouse stands so tall,Casting twilight shadowsas eventide stars begin to fall. The fire of driftwood crackles,warm by the fireside,As birds of passage callfrom where the waves reside.A wraith in the mistâŚ
Aboard at the Ship's Helm
Aboard at the Shipâs Helm In the daybreak, before we set sail,the air gray and dim,The child asked, âWhat is this?âI answeredââa hymn,A riddle, a promise, remembrance,a leaf for the land.âWhile the woman waits for me,holding the childâs hand. I kiss her, kiss her belly,âTake care of the twins.â,A glimpse of hopeas the journey begins.A fatherâs last wordsin a poetry journal heldby a child thatâŚ
The Centaurâs Ghost
The Centaurâs Ghost The Centaurâs ghost rides through the night,his shadow thin and pale.He sighs for love that once was bright,now lost beyond the veil. At midnightâs toll, the cold winds call,the achingâhurtingâdeep.Like hollow bells ringing through the fall,grieving is what wraiths reap. A legendâs trace is all I keep,a fragment, faint yet true.Somber airs haunt my restless sleep,SereâŚ
The De-Evolution of Taxation
The De-Evolution of Taxation Taxationâlevy, take, demand, A burden placed by an unseen hand. Levyâpress, impose, decree, A claim upon both you and me. Imposeâforce, compel, constrain, A weight we bear, a heavy chain. Forceâcoerce, through threat or might, The law demands, yet shuns the light. Each word reduced, each meaning bare, A mask removedâwas freedom there?
Death's Gentle Cousin
Deathâs Gentle Cousin Sleep, the cousin of death, they say,A rehearsal for the final play.Not awake, yet not quite gone,A borrowed time before the dawn.A flirtation with the eternal rest,Death without its somber test.An open bond, no strings to bind,A pause for the body, a rest for the mind.Death with benefits, a nightly tryst,A loverâs kiss youâll barely miss.No lasting vow, just a fleetingâŚ
Friendship
Friendship I recall those days, both happy and sad,With you, the truest friend I ever had.In memoryâs embrace, I confide, sweet,This friendship my heart will always keep. We laugh, we cry âneath endless skies,Memories etched where love never dies.In imagined worlds, we stand, our home,Where friendshipâs deep roots have grown. I treasure our days, both joy and pain,With a friend whose loveâŚ
Farewell Dear Cat
Farewell Dear Cat In lifeâs daily flow, a purrâsoft, low,A gentle soul I came to know.With velvet paws and eyes so bright,You filled my days with pure delight.Oh, whiskered friend, full of grace,You left your mark in this brief space.In silent moments love found its way,A bond that words can never say. Now the time has come to part,Though paw prints remain on my heart.We shared a love, howeverâŚ
Old Roads
Old Roads Birds in chorus sing their lines,As melody drifts through the pines,My voice too lifts up to the sky,Along old dirt roads, I travel by. Pine scent rises after morning rain.After loss, in this moment I gain.Each step I take on these old roads,Lifts my heart, unburdened by loads. For a brief time, I am free,With nature, surrounding me,In this place, I am me,I find the peace I longed toâŚ
Heart of Flesh
Issue 15 I have some featured photography in Heart of Flesh! You may remember one of the pictures that I have also written an ekphrastic poem about. EKPHRASTIC POEM, Poetry inspired by Photography : The Black Sheep In the meadow, a black sheep stands. it casts a lonely gaze,imprisoned behind a fence, while all the other sheep graze.In the background, by the barn, the content sheep convene,ButâŚ
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Poetry Is Unlike Rhyme
Poetry Is Unlike Rhyme Poetry is like a painting,Colors in words, quietly waiting.Poetry is likeâitâs like a song,Short, long, never wrong.It rhymes, or not, the Greeks once knewâYet sometimes, I donât like it too.How to read it like a professor might,Feels like a puzzle, a crossword fight.Why do people love this art?Iâm still trying to play my part.But poetryâs like that, a curiousâŚ
Free Fridays!
Here are some of my newest books! Check back each Friday to see new offers (due to promotion limits, some Fridays may be skipped)
On Sharing Memories
On Sharing Memories We all have memories Stored inside,But some are missing, Try as we might.A photograph is just A still on the screen,And many lack The bandwidth to stream.
Love Is Light
Love Is Light Love guides us through, And leads us in the haze.Makes us feel brand new, Awakening brighter days.Love is patient, true,Connecting me and you. Love in many forms, It waits beside the door,Friendship, it transforms. Faithful as ever before.In winter, keeps us warm,keeps out the storm. We treasure with all our might, A melody our heart sings,through the darkest night, LiftingâŚ
Educating Youth Via Video
At the Empire State College All College Conference I was fortunate to take the seminar, âGetting to Project Completionâ. I was inspired by these concepts and how they aligned with my educational goals to teach project based or goal orientated learning. For adults the concepts and steps that must be learned can be more easily processed when presented via text or lecture than if presented in theâŚ
Culture: Media Convergence and Networked Participation
Culture: Media Convergence and Networked Participation Salie Davis I have a particular interest in open source and creative commons licensing. The book, Culture: Media Convergence and Networked Participation talks about the term âPublicsâ as being a shared culture. This culture operates outside of economics. The current capitalistic culture, once based on rewards and economic gain throughâŚ