Fast Impact

Fast impact

With little for sustain

Sustenance or compounded frame

How can we be so quick

To change

Change judgement


Rearrange meanings and then

Come back to the same

What is it that can revolve

A door then disappear in moments

How can this happen overnight

Into the bright light

No one has it right

No one has it right




I cry cowardly over my leather shoes

The moan of hateful speech

Beacons a new wrath

The exotic clover has grown

Dried up and shriveled


For the next generation

A sensational generation

My hope and dream

So I do my part in planting hope and optimism

Even in this world of ever deep division

Our hopes and dreams

Bequeathed from our fathers and mothers

Have been squandered away

On cheap things





What a Rush

It’s that determined feeling

The sweet ambition

The fantastic touch

The plausible idea

Warm to talk to

Improving the rush

To the fingers



The rush of the moment

The Rally Cry of the Tired

The rally cry of the tired

A worthy cause flamed out with vigor

Passing floating rolling

I have tried

To do good

Good to be undone

So much has to rely on a rally cry

When your tired

And lonely

Not alone

You feel sad

Disconnected from the world

How did it work out not the way it was

All planned

A plane in flight unmanned

The plane now is in the final descent

It will land



But through all of this



Have grown

Grown up

So here we come

Over a Cup of Tea

The morning rests soft

Easy speaking and waking slow

The summer breeze rustles

Through the soft flower leaves

Change has its way of breaking me

Lowering my tolerance for what is coming

Arise to life’s challenges yet

One by one

I hope my buffer for new will not come undone

I have heard stories of burn outs

Giving up

I know that the roads we create

Are not easy or clear

But what we do

We do for love

My dear

Sudden change is what we fear most

Life’s swelling waves

In a small fishing boat

Bail out the water

Keeping our heads above the sea

It’s a commitment we made

A long time ago

Over a cup of Darjeeling Tea




Arthur on the Coast

Arthur hits the North Carolina coast

Fourth of July dampened roast

Fireworks can not be on display

In a southern fog of rainy days

Rotations of clouds

Moving up the eastern seaboard

The sparks of July will be postponed

Call waiting

Sitting on hold

The 4th of 2014 will be celebrated

Later than it seemed

As Arthur makes its way up the coast

Keeping people inside

Instead of a celebratory toast

Wake Up