Mac

"Mountains made of glass and steel Glistening in the bright warm sun Frame the shallow valley of streets Though which rivers of black asphalt run Forests of electric and telephone poles Entangled..."

"The path in the wood of my own making Winding among old broken stone fences Shaded by black walnut and mulberry trees Down by small branch of Popcorn creek Where wild turkey, deer and squirrel Perhap..."

"The old poet spends each evening Sitting on the front porch swing Swaying gently to and fro Constant rhythmic motion Followed by brief pauses As if composing one last poem His hands crippled by arthri..."

"The passion of a poet Burns brighter than a flame The flame has no heart At least none it can name The love of a poet Grows higher than the sky For the sky has a limit And raindrop tears to cry The ..."

"I may live a thousand lifetimesPerhaps I’ll live a thousand moreBut this love we have togetherI’ve known some time beforeTime wears dark glassesThrough which I can not seeYet in my heart I still knowT..."

"Amidst the tangle of trumpet vines,Young saplings and half rotted stumpsWhere buffalo grass is near head highAn old stone foundation silently restsIt bore the full weight for many yearsAn unpainted wo..."

"I feel the zephyr’s breath warm and gentle upon my back The sun breaking beyond the clouds Golden fingers reaching towards the ground as I reach up to embrace the morning sunrise Knowing that soon her..."

"If only another time or maybe another place what a difference a few hours can make even more so than the place frozen in distant memory preserved in a lacquered state not so with damnable time fleetin..."

"A song of pure love plays within my heart Music such as this world has never known Each note more golden, though golden from start Such melodious lyrics never shown Yet within my beating heart, here r..."

"I walk in the darkness of moon’s shadowNeath the dark stars of night’s skyA path traveled mostly by dayNow traversed by the black of nightEach step, a step in the darkWishing for a lighted way Hoping ..."

"What we have was meant to be, Destined by fate to happen you see. We were meant from the very start, For we are as one within our hearts. The hearts of two souls beating as one, Together, under dark..."

"I walked across the wooded land The path twisting through the trees And now upon wood’s edge I stand The eyes slightly shaded by my hand Wondering what sights there are to see My pause one of sheer ..."

"If I had butterfly wings That I might spread Upon summer's breeze Filled by the wind To fly where I please What sights I might see While the miles fly by Over distant lands So far away If I but had Bu..."

"I sit staring out the window A dim reflection stares back Looking out at the world The reflection looking back I focus on this reflection Trying to tune the world out But I cannot make it happe..."

"Pondering the folds of intellectual noseWhere tickled thoughts darkly broodTo rest upon the enameled bridgePreponderance left only to eludeLeft to lightly shadowed stubbleAnd deepened wrinkle furrowsT..."

"I am a poet, not criticOne with no starsFor to be the otherWould cage me in barsI come to read and writeNot else can I doFor I’m just a poetAnd that will have to doStar-less Mac now to beThat is my pl..."

"The promise of primrose day Filled with thorny protrusions Between smooth green stem Lies a path of ill born illusion Where the dreams of primrose Rest solely between her thorns And luckless pricked ..."

"The brick wall covered in peeling graffiti Layered history of forgotten street artisans Spewed forth from abandoned aerosol cans A rainbow of colors from the five and dime Remnants of succsevive decad..."

"A north wind blows, deep snow in the meadowWhere earlier sunflower grew, tall and yellowNow winter lays cold and white on frozen groundThe rustle of yellow sunflower, a forgotten soundBut not in the f..."

"My words are mere grainsof common place sandfound on any beachThey may glitter a bitas would a grain of sandwhen held just rightreflecting the sunMy words are the sameas are those before meand those b..."

"AnEverGreenTree standsCovered by snowShivering in the windWondering if ever to be warmWhile a brother basks in the heat insideDecorated by pretty baubles, tinsel, and bowsEach one jealous of the other..."

"The old farmhouse sits alone atop the hillAbandoned now, it’s welcome long worn outHoles in the shingled roof and rotten window-sills,Splintered doors and creaky floor, once so very stoutWhere once a ..."

"There is a stirring in the trees Autumns breath murmuring Softly, amidst the colorful leaves A telling of the season’s secrets Spread from dying leaf to stem Echoing within the wooden heart Carrying f..."

"Most folks have letters A through Z Today my letters have changed A through C Just 3 letters for 3 days That's  the time you have to wait To see if you have the big A Now the B is for Bad which it cer..."

"I sit here wondering about the unknown awaiting the results of a nasal swab wondering what they will show and when I might return to the job Though I try to feel confident that all will turn out to ..."

"Down where the black walnut grow Tall and straight like feathered arrows Thrust deep in juglone rich ground Amidst droppings of common sparrow Where tomatoes never flower and grow In the poisoned shad..."

"The words were musical notes left lilting on a gilded page some to rise quick on high above even glass shattering range or to fall slow deep down below, lower than resonating bass may lie The lines w..."

"The stars were framed by woven leafless branches small pin pricks of light like miniature shining spiders amidst a tangled wooden web while the moon seems trapped dangling like a silver earring from a..."

"The poet reaches into his pocket, one where new words are kept, to find the pocket empty, and he somberly remembers, it has been for quite sometime. So he heads to the closet, to search all the pocke..."

"I stand on a wooded ridge, gazing across a rolling plain, less than a hundred years ago, buffalo dotted the range. Yet now I can’t see a one, where once thousands ran, the echo of their hoofs, once a ..."