Hyacinths and helium
And an orange colored sky
Melding into a pool
Filled with goldfish
Laughing like a crimson balloon

A lake of rainbow trout
And a parade of dinosaurs
Riding on the wind
And hanging from clouds
Taking care not to bump each other

An upside-down bicycle
Glued to a table
Handle bars of chrome
Turned westward
Riding in concentric circles

Happy days and happy times
Packed in a picnic basket
Sandwiches and tuna fish
Pared with slices of pickles
Filling an empty cup to the brim

Time remembers everything
In a perfect sphere of lightning bolts
Candy bars and calliopes
And merry-go-rounds galore
To bring joy forevermore

5/20/19


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How do you measure a dream?
In ounces? Pounds?
Inches? Feet?
Centimeters, meters or miles?

Do dreams have weight?
Can you hold them in your hands?
How does it feel if you touch a dream?
Warm and tender?

Can you hold hands with a dream?
Can you put your arms around it?
Feel every fiber of it and yourself
Meld into one?

Dreams are ephemeral
Like dandelion flowers
Floating on the wind
Over a field of brightly colored daisies.

Can dreams come true?
Do they have height and weight?
Can they last forever?
Only when you meet the one you love!


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Frozen in time
The sweet embers of a charcoal fire
Linger in the mist of the day
Hovering in the air
Holding fast
While clouds float over the horizon
Making their way in a journey of the unknown
And caterpillars parade across wet grass
Marching to a tune unheard and unsung
And yet pervasive
In the momentum of the illusionary
The myths and legends wrapped in pink ribbons
And fairy tales come to life
In the land of their own making

5/14/19

A pretentious fraud
An aging hippy
Past his prime
Yet unaware
Of time he forgot
To remember

5/14/19

The day languished before them,
as if suspended in time,
choosing a course
and yet not choosing,
but rather letting the course choose them
without care
because freedom
and abandonment to choose
presented itself
in its own inexplicable way
and their free will
became incapable
of deciding.

Love is the essence of being
The ultimate companion
The harbinger of life
Tracing patterns without shadows
Through the threshold of eternity
An elixir of time
Held in a dew-drop
Amid the molecules of the ocean
Suspended like crystalline rain
Fulfilled by cohesion like atoms
Rotating in unison
With breathtaking speed
And yet individual though indivisible
Patterns of a double helix
United forever in perpetual spring
Like a robin’s song
A glorious melody
Sung over and over again
The perfection of harmony
One perfect refrain

5/10/19

Limitless hyperbole
Opens doorways in the mind
That questions intention
By the truly inquisitive

Revolving platitudes
Offer expressions of grandeur
Yet little more than filigree
On Rococo picture frames

The oxymoron of destiny
Falls on empty minds
With passages long forgotten
By the narcissist’s quatrain

5/10/19