Some play, create.

Damn, annihilate.

Switch, reach, real.

Member, mow, sink.


Swamped, swing.

Swell, wing, will.

Swallow, arrow.

Mame, more, kill.


Still, steal, nail.

Nick, nice, narrow.

Rent, stab, lord.

Mellow, eat, keep.


Our Own Traveler

Every day

We find our rhythm

In much the same routine.



We meet different people

That color our lives


With dignity and love,

And leave a lasting impression.

These instances are rare.



We go round in circles,

Making our indentation


In life, the world and time.

Like a beautiful sea shell

We become a treasure


Through our experiences,

Our relationships,

And our gifts.



(Magpie Tales,

Mag 69)



Some people are pretty positive.

They look on the bright side.

It doesn’t matter how bad,

They will find something good.


This is, I think, a great way to be.

It is a straight way to happiness.

The only problem with it is

They are not prepared.


Sometimes life does not treat you well.

Sometimes things happen that are unexpected.

And sometimes life changes you.

Life can change you from a positive person


To someone who looks down every alley,

Wondering at every shadow.

And if you come to this crossroads,

Beware thoughts that come in the night.


If darkness finds you, it will hold on tight.

It will not be easy to shake it off.

For you have been through something

That has changed you forever.


You will doubt, and you will fear.

You will become something

That you may have run from

All of your life.



(Carry on Tuesday #108)


Faith comes at the strangest times:

When I read a good book,

When I am touched by another’s actions,

And, yes, when I go to church.


I pull back, though, in mistrust,

As if to say to myself:

“Don’t start that again!”

For the many times I’ve been burned,


And the many doubts I’ve had,

About the bible, the church and God.

Rocking back and forth

In a spiritual quandary,


I struggle so much,

And I hesitate

Before jumping in.

Who or what can be trusted?



(Poetic Asides

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 135)

Changing the world

 “Whose responsibility is

It to change the world?

And what will be my



First of all, I don’t think

Anyone is going to

Change the world,

Not really.  Obviously,


The world has changed

In some ways, some

People say for the better.

I think we can do more.


I think we can live longer.

But are we more loving?

Do we forgive others more?

Do we have more faith, hope?


No, I don’t think so.

And I don’t think that any

Individual or group is going

To change that.  Inside,


We have always been the same,

And we will always be the same.

And I certainly don’t think

Anything I do is going to change that.

And I think it is inside

That really matters.

I don’t think science

Is of everlasting importance.


I don’t think the study of history,

Or sociology, or psychology,

Or math, or English, or

Anything else, is going to


Change anything

About the world

That really matters,

At least to me.



Solid feelings about a

Contingent future

Adds up to what?


And what about a

Future in the extreme,

At the end, perhaps


After the end?

Doesn’t our life really

Show itself to be


Nothing beyond

One chance after



Does it matter how

We feel about it,

Or what we think


About it?

Does that change



Can we predict

The unpredictable?

Sure, there are



There is science.

But science cannot


Predict human

Action or interaction.

Humans are unpredictable.


And the number of

Possibilities of human

Emotion, psyche, not


To mention crazy

Forces of nature—

No, don’t listen to


The damn weatherman!

There are too many



And the possibility

Of spirituality,

The force of life


Itself, where it

Comes from and

Where it goes,


That, my friend,

Nobody knows.

Unexpected Company

Luminous eyes looked down on him.

He had felt them on his back,

Accompanied by the sound of

An erratic scratching back and forth.


He stepped away from the fire,

So he could see better in the dark.

“Whatever it was, it was big.

It looked like a wolf.”


“Maybe hungry. Not wise to

Feed wild animals, though.

Perhaps it’s time to call it a night,

Go to bed and hope it goes away.”


With shaking hands, he picked up

The fire bucket and dashed out the flames.

Quickly he made his way

Into the tent.  “Bad omen.”


“Tomorrow morning,

I’m outta here.

No pleasure here knowing

Some big wolf is watching.”


“I’ll be sleeping lightly tonight.”




Luminous, erratic, omen)