refuse

Furniture in the roadside

lost in the moving

a moving loss

too big to toss-

just left behind

a place to unwind

on the roadside



Couch on the curve

off white and off kilter

a place to stop and watch

the sunset

creeping down the road



Stories untold

as night begins to unfold

stretch out to a bed

as tail lights turn red



and the journey starts anew



Living room suite

tunes tossed to the wind

as chairs once comfort

now become no one's friend

Sidewalk Poet

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Sidewallk Poet


chalk scraps across the concrete

scratchy sound

sends chills up my spine

if only to remind

me to pay attention



it is the only pay cheque

worth bothering with



the world of man slides

by, a blur of noise

a whisper of rushing feet

a flash of passing shades

all lost to the background

of confusion



this is all illusion



what is real moves

a different pace

walks the soil not cement

is a different place



yet right outside your door



I draw the heart of man

where the feet scrape it away

and I draw it again

to draw attention

to what fails you every

time



i am the keeper of rhyme



it is my job

to make sure you see

once in awhile

what is truly there

which is not what

you think



but rather what you need



take heed



sometimes the Truth

comes upon velvet feet

pads into your line

of vision

just long enough to

make you stop



leaves you wondering

what you saw

real or delusion

like I said

just illusion



look for the painting

etched into the sidewalk

Truth comes from all corners



maybe even yours

dawn creeps up on the horizon
bright star guides me home
once again alone
how do I make it end

teacher, guide for others
never for myself
the stones talk of
things i do not know

I get so tired of walking alone
I am foot sore and weary
and I look for another
to share the burden

Seems my lot here is to stand alone
always the strength and courage
but never the reward
I do not like this task

somewhere along the line
I think I was got forgotten
by the ones who watch over
and so i waste away

just another day
in the here and now
to bear alone
lost soul in the crowd

again?

Dare I fall yet again
for a wandering minstrel
dare I spread
myself thinner still?

I wish I had the nerve
he has- to move around
so much that all
and none are places home

* * *
Migrating birdie
what is your true name
Not the one you wear as
a badge
but the one that sings
the colours in your soul

* * *

the spring time calls
the flowers threaten to bloom
the trees reach out
yawn, stretch & reach
to the sky

I wish I knew why
some are content in one place
while another cannot lite
for more than a moment

i think sometimes
that it must be fear
on both parts, not one,
each clinging in their
own way
to some fabled ending
ever on the horizon

we make our beds
we pack the car
we wait at home
we travel far

there is no difference
when all is said & done
it is just a way of choosing
which way to run

we come undone

plaster & poetry fill in the gaps
we reach outside ourselves
cos no one supplied a map

new moon

cupid's arrow aimmed at the ground
aphrodite's bow down at all-rest
crescent moon creeps slowly to sleep
too young to give me any idea
which way to turn


Life is full of surprises
twists and turns all directions known
and none so hard to know as this
I am wrenched from every socket made

bits-n-pieces

a notebook gone wild:

two lines in the road
going opposite ways
I'm in a haze

Life's direction are
often opaque
giving us reason to
pause & ponder
How far I wander
from the beaten path

never look back
it doesn't work

I know
I tried

Ever forward
the message goes
but who knows

which way the
path turns

******************************************

no idea

where to go

never know

ever the flow
I am so lost sometimes
at least I think I am

then I look to others
& find the way not
so very different
for them

*******************************

Godlen spiral
circles into
toward life

yin & yang
but ever widening

comes from hiding
inside each &
every thing

**************************************


the people in our lives
both brief and forever
are merely prayers
we chose to utter

to know better ourselves
and others as well
to reconnect where
we oft think ourselves
disconnected

it is when we forget
how to pray for
what is outside
ourselves
that the world seems
to falter
and grow a bit colder