Posts Tagged ‘Poem’

September Here …

October 7, 2017

September here is beautiful.
Heat is gone and winter’s at bay.
The leaves turn and twirl through the air.
Frost in the morning. There’s work to do.
Smoke from the chimneys. Children at play.


Quatros – A new sampling

May 7, 2017

What is a QUATRO. It’s a new type of very very short poetry that usually compares two things, in a haiku way, packing a lot of meaning in a very small amount of words. There is usually a very real comparison between two things, and behind it a 2nd deeper meaning. – Tom Hendricks


more like lightning
than a lit candle.

the Big Bang
is a clown car.

there are stars
above the clouds.

Blue girl or
just the light.


in the sun

Above our heads
a crown of stars

in the wake
of the Moon

The parents braced,
“Release the children!”

Crop of Lightning

Wolves (poem for sci-fi Writings in Science)

December 3, 2016


From the cliff
we watch the wolves
cross the valley
in a line.
First 3 old
and sick set the pace.
Then a line of
five strong ones,
followed by the
rest of the pack.
Then the 5 strongest
and the alpha male
that controls the line
from the rear.

(I may add this to any revisions of my sci-fi novel Writings in Science, a History of the Future.)

The Vision of the Child Prophet

November 25, 2016


I had a fever
and went to bed early.
I was restless
but finally I fell
into a deep slumber.
I dreamt I could fly
and went to the garden.
Night was there
and I was ready.
Up I flew
leaving the ground.
So many bright stars
shinning everywhere.
So close each one
the size of my pockets.
So I reached out
with arm and arm
and touched one star
and then another,
and there was a jolt!
And with the energy
that they gave me,
I could fly further.
And so I flew
all through the heavens,
and night passed
in an instant.
I woke to the Sun
beginning to peek
through my window
filling the room.
Morning is here
and everywhere else.

This was written at the end of my work on the sci-fi novel Writings in Science. I decided not to include it, and thought it would be best to stand on its own.

Metaphysics – poem

November 23, 2016

Don’t make me think
of metaphysics.
My head hurts
as if it held
a hole so deep
no pebble would land.

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