a moment of time
sparkling like a diamond
set in Nea's gold

photograph originally posted on The Southern View
October 29th, 2006Photographer: Neoma

Mid-air beach ballet,
Gulls above the sea.
Waves touch the shore
With a gentle sigh,
And a soft breeze kisses me.

photograph originally posted on Controlled Chaos
October 8th, 2006
Photographer: Rob Harrington

The surfers and sunbathers
blew away with the wind.
Footprints marked their exodus
in the face of the storm.
White-capped waves charged the beach
as the sky turned black and blue.

photograph originally posted on Controlled Chaos
July 20th, 2006
Photographer: Rob Harrington

photograph originally posted on Controlled Chaos
July 7th, 2006
Photographer: Rob Harrington

Tranquility spills
a diamond flood
into a silver pool.
Emerald foliage
and jade moss
complete the setting.
Peace adorns
Mother Nature.

photograph originally posted on Controlled Chaos
July 1st, 2006
Photographer: Rob Harrington

photograph originally posted on Controlled Chaos
July 27th, 2006
Photographer: Rob Harrington

photograph originally posted on Treemendous
August 29th, 2006
Photographer: Basil Dray

A dog named Doug met Ambrose Bierce
… within a book one day.
The words they jumped right off the page
… and caused the dog to say,
"Oh, the wonder of these words,
… they surely must be mine!"
So the dog named Doug created a blog
… which simply is divine.
A place where wisdom, wit and ridiculous
… all meet in one accord
To thrust and parry, swashbuckle and flash
… swift as a dueling sword.
People travel by 'net the world around
… to insult boast and mug;
And when you ask them why they say,
… "Ya gotta dig that dog named, Doug!"

written for Doug of Waking Ambrose

Green, waving toward heaven,
reaching for blue sky
and cloud mists;
the grasses of spring
whisper soft
and shake their tasseled heads
as they dance to the rhythm
of the wind.

photograph originally posted on Controlled Chaos
August 22nd, 2006
Photographer: Rob Harrington

We married in June
surrounded by roses and
joy everlasting.

October arrived crimson
called forth by your flying fist.

As leaves fell from trees,
and the cool night air grew chill,
my pride withered, too.

Apologies and remorse
bathed me after each bruising.

January found
me huddled against sudden
violent flurries.

You hated to hit me, but
I could not keep you happy.

Now tender green grass
grows upon my cold, dark grave.
Finally I am free.

In court you beg for mercy
That you did not have for me.

in loving memory

Suave and debonaire,
he flits from blog to blog
flirting lasciviously,
leaving bits of innuendo
for each lovely maid.

He tenders verse in
one size fits all,
insulting ladies
left and right
in commonality.

Sublimely unaware of his offense,
he recoils in suprise when confronted.
Oh how it pains him to be labeled
feckless and insincere; he leaves,
proclaiming himself betrayed.

Of course he knows,
she still loves him;
how could she not?
He is a legendary Lothario
in his own mind.

no dedication is attached to protect the guilty

Communing with nature
… on the porch swing,
… coffee in hand,
… peace in my heart,
I am joined by my beau,
… small, green,
… with little suction cup toes,
He clings to my leg
… and we swing,
… gently swing.
He worships me with his eyes,
… watches my lips sip coffee,
… and yearns for a kiss.

written for Nea of The Southern View

Without leaves for seasons
innumerable,
it's branches long since
snapped away, only it's trunk remains
stabbing defiantly toward
the sky.
Perhaps some glimmer of life,
some memory of green,
still pulses through it's core
as it watches yet one more
Sunrise at Maple River.

photograph originally posted on Controlled Chaos
June 30th, 2006
Photographer: Rob Harrington

Experience taught me that denial brings comfort.
… Jesus demanded truth.
Experience taught me to reject pain.
… Jesus challenged me to embrace it.
Experience taught me not to trust.
… Jesus asked me to risk.
Experience taught me to expect rejection.
… Jesus said, "I love you."
Experience taught me I had no value.
… Jesus paid his life for me.

A butterfly vacationed down at the sea,
It danced o'er the waves and beckoned to me,
Come skip through the water, come frolic in the spray,
So I danced on the beach with a butterfly today.

for Pauline, who once wrote a poem for me.

Teenage strife
clashes with parents
tomorrow lurks beyond the moon
and life
seems about to happen
elsewhere....

Snow blankets the ground.
Old Man Frost touches the pond;
gently it shivers.

Majestic mountains
stand off ocean tides while
supporting heaven.

Fairy mist wraithes
perform a midnight ballet
atop ebony waves,
their skirts a flutter.
Seeped in moonshine
their silent recital
sings peace for my soul,
gifts joy in my heart.

photograph by: Rob Harrington, Controlled Chaos

A guiding lighthouse,
your word provides my daily
illumination.

The black midnight sky
split with a roar, as lightening
bridged heaven and earth.

The Lord will provide
for obedience to God,
Genesis explains.