Quality of…

life. Today I said,

“Time for things old,

new.” So I walked

toward unforetold


pink, green…a hue.

One never seen

on Earth as yet,

a whole new mean.


At pre-sunset

it hung in air

low, up a tree

clear, bright, wave, clair.


To innovate

be a cheater!

Right a poem with

all wrong meter.

IMG_3163NOTE: Today I wanted to see a color “never seen before on Earth.” So when I went out on a walk, I saw pepper berries hanging on a tree. The time was pre-sunset and I thought I’d try to capture a new color with the fuzzy pink berry out of focus against the green leaf to create some new version of color “never seen before on Earth.” These crazy poems…I’m not sure why I write them! It’s just that I love life–especially when out for a walk.

Yo Gravity



gravityearthPhoto by Danilo Rizzuti. 


You Gravity,

We Dig Your Grave

To Give You Rest…

Long May You Wave.

You Held Us Down!

You Held Us Back!

Because Of You

We’ve Suffered Lack!

Your Mystery

Still Plays A Part–

Your Concept Needs

A New Pi Chart.

Your Force Owes Us


As Now We Post

This Eulogy.

Fourth Law Motion

+Newton proposed

Laws: a threesome

so long ago…

…now let’s tease them+


+Law One lays rest

objects, motions;

it fails to touch

loves and potions+


+Law Two forces changes

all external;

Law Three explains

life eternal+


+Law Four deserves

test and mention:

the ‘resist’ in








Photo by scottchan. Published on 16 March 2011 Image ID: 10034977







The best gift of

twenty fifteen

is small, is glass

is sand, is green.


This little tool

does not promise.

Its sands of time

doubt like Thomas!


When flipped it starts

to operate

and then it stops

to test all fate!


Believe in time

on occasion,

but when it serves

waive equation!

NOTE: Thank you to Ivan Levi for this unique gift!





To Unfollow


Just like the sheep

and other nouns

we bow to screens,

believe in crowns…


…and go around

contagious loop

then break the chains

rethink, regroup.


Give it up to

God! Apollo!

Press the button

to unfollow…


…transitive verb

that cuts the lift

that lets the down

that gives the gift.



Photo by David Castillo Dominici. Stock photo – Image ID: 100142578

Own Your Limits



Water takes shape

of vessel curved

as brand new thoughts

create your world.


Your duty is

to work against

all rising tides

and things unfenced.



Remember when

your thoughts turned ‘round—

came back again?


Limit, then free

your boundaries.

Use words that serve

my memories.


NOTE: The pronoun “your” (refers to what belongs to you) is similar to the noun “yore,” (indicates a quantity of time that belongs to the past). Think about it…your, yore…and what belongs to when!

Photo by Meawpong3405. Image ID: 10036782. http://www.freedigitalphotos.net