Recent Entries

• Road Warrior

  January 8, 2019

  So there I was, past midnight, riding through the cool of the night.  The soft green glow of the dash keeps me company.  The wind swirls through my hair.  My eyes intent on the road yet the rest of me lost in a sea of thoughts.  The radio began playing a song about don’t think…

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• Two Wheel Extreme Machine

  January 8, 2019

  Hop-on my two wheel extreme machine You’ll be flying through the curves Hanging on to your quivering nerves This is my fierce beast machine!   What a thrill I feel with you tucked against my back Jumping over hills, hearts pounding, wow what a thrill It’s an awesome beast roaring machine   Wheels...

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• A Refugee Of The Old OD

  December 11, 2018

  I am a refugee of the old OD.  It was 2001.  I made many friends in the OD but they are lost to the winds of time. It is bitter sweet looking back.  I hope to find them again someday.  Here is one of my first entries.   ‘Tis a formless ill wind bringing unwanted…

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• Bright Light

  December 11, 2018

  The light that glows is the light that shows. Out of you Inside of you Smile at you and you glow brightly Frown and your light dims Wherefore I shall  deliver this precious  Christmas gift It costs nothing yet it will bring you a smile It weighs nothing yet the weight on your shoulders will…

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• Be Still, Be Calm

  December 7, 2018

  [caption id="attachment_5374466" align="alignnone" width="300"] Busy at their calling and not a human care in their world[/caption]

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• Making Love To The Wind

  December 6, 2018

  It was a pleasant conversation one hot dusty afternoon, talking to the wind. In a drowsy afternoon stupor I held myself erect, back against a cherry tree when she breezed by me. “Wherefore are thee on sojourned” I ask sleepily as she fluttered through the leaves. “On my way to the coast” she repl...

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• Hunter Eagle, O’ Blue And Me

  December 5, 2018

  I felt 16 again, laying on my old fishing barge listening to the water lapping against the sides and watching a red dragonfly hovering over my fishing pole and O’Blue resting his big head on my back. Yonder I see Hunter Eagle skimming over the water, talons extended, eagle eyed ready. It’s so pea...

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