There are only two kinds

of people

the Chilean poet said …

the innocent

— and the living

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)

The merciless poacher

his larceny quells

Shooting wherever

the desperate dwell

Leaving to rot

what his vengeance can’t steal

Stalking and preying

the weakest revealed

Stirring up warnings

and ghosts from the past

Damning his nature

and future aghast

Hanging his conquests

on walls that defame

That last spot for him

— dark trophy of shame

 

(The New Room: December, 2025)

Poetry …

the desperate

exercise

of the socially wracked

Feigning with

words

what their confidence

lacks

Imploring

the reader

to embrace

and befriend

One step

from the needle

the bullet

—  the end

 

(Rereading Kerouac: November, 2025)

Whispering rainbows

thundering skies

Canyons majestic

deserts on fire

 

Snow covered passes

vows to renew

The altar awaits

— Grand Teton in view

 

(Wind River Pass: November, 2025)

Hearing in colors

my Grandson inspired

Painting his vision

for those who aspire

 

To see what most can’t

to hear what they miss

What the world calls a problem

— he treats as a gift

 

(From Braden: November, 2025)

With the cards

you’re dealt

you play

your hand

 

To shock

the dealer

of fate’s

— command

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)

Clouds withhold

tears

of Heaven’s

delivery

 

Thunder

marks a timeline

of new

discovery

 

Lightning

the force

that rebrands

our arrival

 

Flooding

our existence

in memory

— alluvial

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)

We must

relinquish

the fear

of fear to come

When trapped

in our psyches

it keeps us

undone

 

Fear

when its real

has a worth

of its own

But

its anticipation

 should be forever

— disowned

 

(Watching Fine Lines On Netflix: November, 2025)

Politics

used to have

borders

Within which

the battles

were found

 

But now

those conflicts

spread far and wide

Running

friendships

and families aground

 

The baby

thrown out

with the bathwater

Noses

cut off

to spite every face

 

Civility

gone

fraternity pawned

With zero sum

outcomes

— in place

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)

You write

inside the circle

I write

outside the arc

 

Praise and pander

despoiled ground

Where my words

refuse to park

 

Applause and cheers

to follow

Like the Reaper

closing in

 

Owning your soul

with each accolade sold

Indentured

— to their whim

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)