Glorious New Year’s Eve


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Blazing New Year00Hour is nigh,
2014 going out with a sigh.

Fine light rain tumbling
Like snow shining wet, with umbrella fumbling.

Giant bonfires in red sand pits glowing at the shore,
Waves curling inland galore,
The air smelling of burning wood and s’mores.

Soggy walk home- sounds of laughter and glee,
And bright, popping splendor all around me.

In the front tree shining with raindrops of glittering green mint,
We spy little yellow and white birds dolefully roosting, eyes aglint.

A Grand New Year,
To be filled with good hearty Cheer.

Birdy Feet00Happy New Year!



Ring-Necked Doves Gone Skating


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Little OakSitting in the car after the October storm tears the sky, beads adorning the roof.

An oak tree thrashing overhead, shedding leaves onto the roof.

Tiny scrabbly feet burst from above.

We slowly slide open the moon-roof cover.

Two ring-necked doves were jubilantly

Skating amongst the dewy drops.

They stared down into the darkened chamber below with deep orange eyes,

Like gawking at caged apes at the Zoo.

After a few more pirouettes and twirls they fluted off and were gone

Leaving the earth-bound humans behind.

Little Dovie

Glorious Florida Storms


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1930847_67894498708_1560_nRumble goes the airy Sky. So quickly shifting from dazzle to darkness.

Multicolored hued clouds, some angry some light.

Jagged forks of brilliant light snake around the boiling puffs.

Curtains of raindrops shimmer in the distance, slowly dropping,

Like a bizarre mighty waterfall. Soon upon me with instant drenching power.

Then light bursts out; the clouds scudding away.

All dewy and dripping and cheerily clean.

Ode to a Raccoon


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Night Descending

Night Descending

Dusk, a simple cruise back home,
Busy road o’r a Friday night.
Swiftly took a hideous turn.

A raccoon Mother, shockingly so close to Mother’s Day,
Made a most tragic maternal mistake with her so very young offspring-
As all poured forth, just ahead of my four whirling wheels, I nowhere to turn.

A quick stop, but most painfully aware of I and my daughter’s safety,
And of those roaring machines lurking just in back and astride, still oblivious-
My horrendous braking choice made in an instant for all involved.

Those behind halted in time.
Those within came out fine.
But in front–sadness and grief.

The vibration and sound,
Told it all.
A little raccoon kit was no more.

Much sadness and grief
I have had in making this rough decision.
Who can be saved, but who may then be lost.

A taste of what,
Doctors and soldiers must go through,
Terrible decisions often daily,
Life or death in their hands.

RaccoonPhotos by Autumn Jade

Sax Alone


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Sax02The lyrical child within,
Adores and cherishes,
Finding a new melodious surprise.

Ambling along a quiet lane,
Unveils a somber scene-
Sax ending at closing.

The club empty,
Clientele all departed,
Tunes drift quietly to silence.

Instrument drops, amp still glowing-
Another gig, consummated,
silence now reigns supreme.

I can imagine,
Him gently packing
away his trademark tool.

And shimmering out the back,
to melt into the late night



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Joyous to see,

Leaders moving to the West to knit

A better fuller

Life they all could see brimming right next door.

Then, a serpent twists and turns

Allegedly among them, with promises and money

Tarnished skippers align with it

Like magnets near each other.

The jilted populace roars in furious disapproval, some perishing in their fervor

To swiftly replace the errant stewards,

With those willing to sail Westward

Joyously seeking a better life once more.

Alas, some still crave the reptile and wish to join with it

Not discerning its dark deep treachery and then

It quickly comes and coils about them all with suffocating strictures

Hissing “I will protect you from yourselves”.

An anachronistic pall spreads through the streets

As a legendary Ferrous Form rumbles-

Thought long gone, but

Tearfully, tragically resurrected from the dead ashes of the Past.

Crimson Aqua-Adventure!


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Surfin' SantySlashing through the sand,
On a Beach so damp and viscous-
Whirling chilling winds buffeting them about,
A bevy of 200 rosy S. Clauses clutch their spindly glassine fiber boards
And plunge into the cold tempestuous tossing spume!

Surfing SantiesHordes-
Of young and old landlubbers roar and click their shiny phones-
And big giant bulbous-lensed cameras on spiderly legs
Clatter away to capture,
The ludicrous, quaintly humorous and stunning event.

A grand cause for all the scarlet pageantry,
Apparel was sold out to help fund
The arduous costly sojourns of those
Jousting the Big C with their far away healers.
–In memory of my wife Jodi, March 2007.

Surfing Santa