bow. and wow.

…dog talk

and so too i have a dog
whose only language is

bow. and wow.

and true to the limits of his language

as he walks  and sways
and rolls   and runs like
a dog, and

true indeed to his nature this dog comes before him

and then it makes  the bow and then believing in his power and glory

this patriotic and loyal dog keeps on saying: wow wow wow

RIC S. BASTASA

sit in

I’m sitting here…

I’m sitting here and you are sitting there, You’re telling me what’s happened since we met, And I am happy for I love to share all aspects of your busy life. And yet –Rebellious fingers yearn to stroke your face, Rebellious mind strays from your argument And dwells instead on thoughts of your embrace And memories of what our kisses meant. I try to concentrate, but cannot find much aptitude for logic when you’re near.

I’m sitting here….Oh, darling, surely you can read my mind? You’re sitting there and I am sitting here Just longing for the moment when you’ll say, With outstretched arms, ‘You’re rather far away.’

Mary Spain

Not All in Life Is Strawberries and Cream

Not all in life is strawberries and cream.                                                                                                Not all that shines are diamonds that glee.                                                                                        there are roads of pebbles and roads of asphalt.                                                                               there are raging rivers and silvery streams but not all in life is strawberries and cream

There are ways to do thing that flow like the afternoon wind.                                                    There are voices that sing that ascend to the heights of heaven and voices that crash under the waves of the sea’s.                                                                                                                              There are hushed whispers and there are piercing screams but not all in life is strawberries and cream.

The disappointments of blunder hearts and visions sawn asunder.                                                I wait to yield my harvest toiled for so long and hard a striving toward the golden horizon to reap some forgotten bounty found after times bitter and long i open a door in a world of dreams to realize…

That not all in Life is strawberries and cream

– Allen Steble

home based

Wonder Why We Ever Go Home

Years grow shorter, not longer
The more you’ve been on your own
Feelin’s for movin’ grow stronger
So you wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home

People are movin’ so quickly
Humor’s in need of repair
Same occupations and same obligations
They’ve really go nothing to share
Like drivin’ around with no spare

River gets deeper not shallow
The further you move down the stream
Wonderin’ if I can keep her
As I race to catch up with my dreams
How they shine and glitter and gleam

Years grow shorter, not longer
The more you’ve been on your own
Feelin’s for movin’ grow stronger
So you wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home
You wonder why you ever go home

By: jimmy buffett

her first taste of naga

She tastes like rain

She is like the cool rain from a spring storm
I feel the thunder has her body moves from deep with in
Has I taste her rain drop’s
The thunder pounds deep with in my soul

You open your eye’s
She smiles has you look in to her sky’s
But then thats when you feel her thunder deep within
You close your eye’s again
She takes me back to a place I have once have been

She pulls me close and deep within
Then she screams from deep inside

She strikes down upone me
Like lighting from the sky
Only to start a burning deep inside
I can not hide

When the rain and the thunder stops
We both lay has hour glass shape’s
In the break of the morning day light

brian adolf

My First Train Experience

Life’s Railway

Life is a lot like a railway
As we travel along through time
Clickety clacking along our way
A good life we seek to find

We pass through many places
Meet folks both good and bad
Have experiences along the way
Many happy but some are sad

Some of the places we travel
We never plan to return
But others stay in our memory
Good lessons we have learned

We never know what we will see
All we can do is take it day by day
Doing the very best we can
As we travel life’s exciting railway!

Marilyn Lott

Our lady Of Peñafrancia

Childhood Religion

I have lived most of my life with individual expression and thought
At times sacrificed free will and allowed it to be bought.
My religion has been brought from out of the past
While life is the present and precedence does not last.

I understand that there has to be building blocks for life
But I question why the foundation caused so much strife?
I was taught to confess childhood sin
With a penance from man for a new life to begin.

Power and fear were the idols of my church and thusly so
Human compassion and forgiveness seldom did we know.
When I observed my pastor in military regalia go to the altar
I thought how cruel and therein did I falter.

That moment I lost my belief in a church I did chose
But I have faith in the eternal gift which I will never lose.
Over the years I have sat and listened to others
Mostly words from the past and seldom from my brothers.

chuck Hurley

f i s h k i d s

Song of the Boatman

  Come Sir, I shall
take you across
safe and easy
in my small boat
across the river

we are all
crossing all the time
going places
and passing stages;
let me help you
on this one, Sir

a small fee is all I ask
and really it’ll be a
pleasant journey across;

you can put your
hands in the cool water
while I paddle us across

I was born here
in the sheds along the shore;
I learned my trade
as soon as I could walk;

all my life has been here
and this is where
I shall be all my days

It’s all good, Sir, for me
if I can do a good turn
as you pass by;

and so you might
also do me a good turn
at the end
giving me a deserved fee
that I can bring to my
wife and children

Come Sir, I shall
take you across
safe and easy
in my small boat
across the river

Raj Arumugam

A F i s h e r m a n s W i s h

It is my wish,
To catch a fish,

So I could truly boast.
This fish I’d weigh,

Then I would say.
‘I caught it on the coast.’

With head held high,
I’d need not lie

As I have done before.
And you’ll not match

My biggest catch,
That I’ll bring to your door.

So you’ll believe,
This fish I’ll leave,

And off I’ll go again.
To sit and wait,

With line and bait,
And hope it’s not in vain.

George Savige