2009 Poetry

.......Flight Rhythm Dance (January 2009).......

Stuck in my cycle I an now,
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow still,
Its weight a throbbing in side ache,
Would do anything to void the deal.

Dreams of young are fading,
As up toward the sky I glance,
A bird of glorious bird I catch,
Through the clouds engaged in dance.

Now, I think of freedom not,
Nor of the wonderous flight,
Not of many hard battles fought,
Or of the spiritual clouds white.

As I surrender to the divine creature,
With each flapping of its wing,
I begin to hear a rhythm line,
A bum, thump, hum, and ding.

Life has its own mysterious musics,
As so does my mundane routine,
This glorious bird has my theme me gifted,
And an ear to it I finally lean.

The beat is nearly formed,
Dum, dum dum, dum, dum,
Lower on the tone,
Bum, bum bum, bum, bum.

Add the drums with a,
Dink, thump, ching,
And the sound of bells,
That will always ring.

Now my song is formed,
Perfect and ever in change,
It volume will only grow,
And expand its beautiful range.

.......My True Self's Calling ( May 14, 2009).......

The whistle around,
As soft can be,
Woosh. Swish.
It's calling me.

The brightness surround,
As clear can be,
Warmth. Energy.
It's calling me.

The music nearby,
As balance can be,
Tweet. Bark.
It's calling me.

The dance now combined,
As life now be,
Sway. Running.
It's part of me.

.......Scratch, Grumble, Smile (June 15, 2009).......

Like a lumberin' bear
On I make my way to
the roasted royal grounds
to brew my magic stew.

The stew is concocted
and at home in my cup
and waking with its warmth
as from the rim I sup.