Sunlight and Shadows


  • In a Pickle

    Up the creek without a paddle

    No way to get by

    Just have to get back in the saddle

    And give another try

    They say it’s not rocket science

    Well I have no PhD

    But if you want to hear my two cents

    It looks worse than math to me

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  • Those Who Trod

    Not those who leap, but those who trod

    The narrow road with feet unshod

    Are conquerors – those who scheme and snare

    To fill with stolen wealth their lair

    Ride on all those who walk the sod

    Tis those who daily bear the fraud

    Who find their way on roads so flawed

    May sing the final victory prayer

    Not those who leap

    The mansions have no hills to plod

    Nor deep pits hidden in the sod

    To burn in meanness, heap with care

    And rob of safety, food, and air

    For conquerors are the ones who trod

    Not those who leap

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  • Playing Dirty

    I saw you – I know what you did

    Playing games with me like I was a kid

    You think you tricked me, you think you got away

    Well you got another thing coming today

    Cause when you come knocking on my door

    I won’t be around here no more

    You can yell after me, call me names

    But you’re the loser in your petty games

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  • Purple Iris

    Purple petals drifting down

    Scattered softly on the ground

    Dry up in the summer heat

    Crumbled brown beneath our feet

    Buried by crisp leaves of fall

    And winter’s snowy sparkling shawl

    In chill spring air, green sprouts appear

    The jeweled iris crowns the year

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  • Supersonic Speed

    How do I chase a thing that I can’t see?

    Where can I map a road that has no end?

    If there is always just another bend

    How do I reach a speed where I am free?

    The answers drift and spin ahead of me

    Just out of reach of where I can extend

    My grasp within the forces that suspend

    Me in this vortex of velocity

    Perhaps there is an intersection here

    Where moving objects meet in the stampede

    If I can lift my head and learn to steer

    To guide direction where the answers lead

    And ride the wind in power, not in fear

    And find the joy in supersonic speed

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  • Wanted: Lost Thought

    There was something

    On my mind

    Dig through files

    Cannot find

    What it was I

    Had to say

    It will come back

    Somewhere, some way

    But for now it’s

    Lost in transit

    Important words in

    Jumbled typeset

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