Archive for March, 2021

Bottomless Cup

Posted: March 29, 2021 in Poetry
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Wasting time, doing nothing, hoping something changes.
Posting videos, staring out windows, countless rearranges.
Repeating, then repeating, boring unending motions.
Live shielded, and well protected, invent your own emotions.

I have all the toys but nobody wants to play.
My imagination runs wild but rules get in the way.
Could be on top of the hill instead I’m racing up.
Always so thirsty though I carry a Bottomless Cup.

One on one, a little fun, when things get out of hand.
Say you’re sorry, what more could they want, I just don’t understand.
Grab the gold, forget the rest, riches here to fill your greed.
Heart and soul, often neglected, like so many left in need.

I have all the toys but nobody wants to play.
My imagination runs wild but rules get in the way.
Could be on top of the hill instead I’m racing up.
Always so thirsty though I carry a Bottomless Cup.

Leisure life, think of the past, the world takes care of you.
The unfortunate, crying life’s unfair, know what they need to do.
The worthless, sure are worth less, and simply not worth my time.
The foolish, and uneducated, are a dozen for a dime.

Another Feathered Display

Posted: March 19, 2021 in Video
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My wife and I have lived here for decades and visit a neighborhood park frequently. Another walk to the park yesterday and as usual we stop by the small fish pond. We have never seen ducks in this pond before. So we get to the pond and there is obviously a territorial challenge going on here. I did not start filming right away and missed the more dramatic displays. But this was still cool, especially after recently filming the Red Tailed Hawks training the young how to dive bomb ground targets by practicing on the parent!

Clearly, the challenger was not going to have an easy time, but that did not stop him from showing off his assets.

Enjoy another chance encounter with our feathered friends!

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“Calm Wind Chimes”

Posted: March 12, 2021 in Poetry
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I can remember sitting on the porch
At the end of a very difficult day.
Problem after problem pounding my head
Sometimes I couldn’t even hear my music play.

Thinking if I could sit down for a minute
But it takes more than a moment to catch my breath.
No one can put more pressure on me than me
Not even a matter of life or death.

Today, I can listen to the Calm Wind Chimes
When the panic level drops it reveals a better way
Eyes closed listening to the Calm Wind Chimes
Singing the end to another wonderful day.

When forced to focus on the real things around us
It feels like so much is thrown in our way
Meadows turn to valleys and hillsides become mountains
Digging yourself deeper and deeper into dismay.

Today, I can listen to the Calm Wind Chimes
When the panic level drops it reveals a better way
Eyes closed listening to the Calm Wind Chimes
Singing the end to another wonderful day.

Storms have blown through and ripped things apart
Until you’d pray for the return of stifling heat.
It will rain for so long the very ground rushes away
As easily turn to snow and completely bury the street.