Autumn leaves

Men’s words grow
and live their season
then dry and fall
to blow upon the wind
across the land
sometimes are found
looked at with wonder
Beautiful to behold
golden and rich
till they fade
and dust blow away

leaves of gold
made of man
words inscribed
bound with rings
passed hand to hand
words are added
studied and loved
carefully crafted
for another day

when words of man
blowing on the wind
fading turning dust
are looked upon
with wonder
treasured and kept
pressed in pages
of a book

words unread
from leaves of gold
truth unknown
beauty unseen
love unknown
that’s lasts all time
life’s unchanged
souls untouched

words blowing
with the wind
across the hill
till they fade
words of men



blue sky overhead
sunlight shines all around
clouds do float upon the wind
water flows and fishes swim
trees and flowers do abound
mountain peaks cold
and warm desert sand

wind does blow on all the land
rain and snow falls all around
rivers flow to lakes and sea
forests grow on the mountainsides
grasses grow in meadows below
and wide plains were grains grow

deserts are upon the land
dusty planes where the wind blows
dry dead seas where nothing lives
stinking seas of salt without life
ashes black were fire spread

the world is like a treasure house
with many shelves which to hold
all the things that man may need
yet all the shelves are not full
nor are they all equally filled
certain shelves to each belong
holding whatever they may

different talents each may have
different abilities which to do
suited not to what they have
wherever they may be
what ever maybe there

some have much
and others do not
some have nothing
there is no reason
for how it is

some have not what
they need to live
life’s of ease
life’s of joy
others have more
than they can use
life’s of luxury
life’s of excess

often those with riches do
have the power which to use
to take from them who have less
building excess
ever more

there is for each and every one
part of earth’s wealth untold
all might have an equal part
living life’s of equal joy
sharing each and every one

equal light on each to fall
equal water to each to go
equal chance for everyone
everyone a chance to dream
equal life for everyone


A little while back I wrote some very different poems from what I normally write. I was using Dragon to free up my writing from trying to spell words since I have ADD.
And then I sent these poems off to a journal. Now I don’t know if I am more afraid they will use them or reject them.
If they use them then I will need to write more like them. And if they don’t use them then I won’t know if they are any good.


Of late my form and style has been changing greatly. And there is a need to show what I am writing. Yet if I do then I cannot submit to be published. So I write not knowing if it will be read someday or just a lost path I walked for a time.

What words to say

So I have this blog and somehow I must post to find words to put here that will make people want to read them
but I’m really not a people person I am a loner
and truthfully I will admit, I really don’t like poetry
I like Rod McKuen who all the serious ports say was not a poet
and a few others
most poets however I can’t stand
I hate correcting grammar
I can’t stand correcting word usage
poetry should sing
poetry should change you
poetry should change the world
if you’re not a poet trying to change the world
if you’re not a poet trying to change people
if your words have no meaning they just rhyme have meter and feet
I don’t want to read your words

What to write when no one see’s

Does He

Does He have any toes
finger nails and a nose
ears to hear and mouth to laugh
when He sits is there a lap
little kids there to sit
a little twinkle in His eye
a face with lines from His smile
hands to hold onto mine
legs to walk by my side
is He just the very same
as we are in every way
find in Him nothing strange
that we could not understand
just someone who loves us
just someone just like us