Beauty

  Coach “Black Mike” Castronis, Athens Y Camp ---1947-1987 “Enthusiasm” was his word, Win or lose, he bore it well, From the front he ran our herd, This was clear and one could tell. Led the hikes to Rabun Lake, Called us men to not forsake The Lord. And when...

  Mosi-oa-Tunya Mosi-oa-Tunya is ‘The Thunderous Smoke’; twixt Zambia and Zimbabwe it sits; Doc Livingstone, that missionary bloke observed its wonders, loving it to bits. This waterfall feeds two almighty gorges, descends into a geologic gash one hundred metres deep, and there it forges a one-point-seven-kilometre slash. The longest single...

  Creation of Mom God flew through the Halls of Heaven _From His throne into his lab. Angels came to watch Him since _His inventions were always fab. Excitedly they gathered round; _They knew they should be calm. One quietly asked “What is it?” _He said, “I'm making Mom.” They...

  A Lonely Sliver “The wood is dead,” he pointed out _the windows rimmed with frost; “those columns there—” he meant the trees— _“are done and finished, lost.” My grandfather, whose wisdom, once, _no argument could shake; who’d plied his atlas, maps, and tomes _with knowledge-thirst unslaked; Now stranded on...

  On An Old Photograph It was late fall of 1944. Dad was back from Italy, on leave, When no one dreamt the Bulge would soon explode, Or that an A-bomb waited in the works, Or that a world was crumbling while they smiled, Sure that the war would wind...

  Where the Sweet Bluebonnets Bloom There is one thing a Texas cowboy _Always takes into account: _A cowboy will ride to heaven _On his favorite trusty mount. There is a crowd of clapping hands _As he rides through heaven’s door. _The open range is boundless _With bluebonnets evermore. There...

  The Waters _'Tis more than oceanic seas ___That bring me Wonder. I have tasted spray from New York's waterfall, _And counted ripples on the rills ___In places yonder. My spirit gravitates where waters call. _In years of yore, we sailed the bay ___In San Diego. I've known the Salmon...

  https://youtu.be/jd7Zxqf4zDs?si=Ny4BwTAKFJ0378sl   The Last At-Bat of Lyndon Braun The crowd was on its feet because they knew it was the last at-bat of Lyndon Braun, the biggest name to don the Falcon blue, but they were down by eight with no one on. In hardened hands, he lugged an...

  Spring in the Moment It is a time to learn to walk. Too many ages have we spent In plodding with aggrieved intent. Let’s go with smiles and little talk. Cooperating bones will bear A body where the path allows, And please do note, the willow bows, As we...

Deep Water   I. Kōan I ponder by the ancient pool. A frog jumps in. I hear a splash. The sun is hot. The moon is cool. What could it mean: this vernal jewel--- This scintillating Bashō-flash? I ponder by the ancient pool. My school of thought is back at...

  The Dunes The dunes are marching, blown along Saharan landscapes. Grain by grain they stream across a barren plain, their sibilance a desert song. From sandstone hills, detached, they fly and join an undulating sea of desiccated waves, set free beneath a steely, sun-drenched sky. These rock-sheared motes are...

  After the Turning Point ---a double refrain ballade At slender hindrances we fall, Uneven ground, path shadowy; To tainted food or alcohol, Blood clots or bullets, frail are we, But choosing a healthier strategy, An enterprising, purposeful view, Our disciplined efforts turn energy To forward the rational good we...

  To the Captive Sun You set now, levitating low, Just deigning lazily to throw Your gently flaming, scarlet glow On empty miles of windswept snow, Tinging the icy, barren white With fiery red as if alight Yet melting not, to tease the sight Before you fade to darkest night---...

  The Birthday of a Bride A woman, when she enters into labor on the day She brings at last into the world the object of her love— A long awaited, precious baby, sent from God above— Knows well that, to receive this gift, she has a price to pay,...

  The Precious Blood The blood of Jesus bought me from the hands Of foes for whom I scorned divine commands. My guilt is gone: His blood grants purest grace, And entry to His heart’s most holy place. His bloodshed seals our ceaseless covenant In goodness vigilant and militant. His...

  What We Learn From Breaking Waves Those who climb the furthest up the shore Are not the waves that break from greatest height, Who must contend with those who broke before And spend their force against their backwash flight. More to be admired are quiet swells Who bide their...

  How Septuagenarian’s Cope Past seventy. Age does prevail. _The day is growing dim. I’ve managed through life’s calms and gales— I still can trapse through woodland trails _And work out at a gym. Past seventy. Age does assail. _Our grandkids prove time zooms! Their one-track minds never derail: Just...

  Upon Meeting a Crane ---at the Wilmington VA Medical Center I met a crane; the crane met me beside A hill ambitiously too mowed, Girdled by a semi-liquid stream--- The kind that swells and empties with the tide. The crane and I perched, motionless, serene, Bore witness as the...

  The Face At night, surreptitiously, it emerges out of the TV screen, or when the light bulb's put to rest, its wave of horror surges from darkened corners, weakening my sight. It foams up in the bathing tub, assails my morning mind that's fairly free of thoughts. It smirks...

  The Teahouse Garden A place where you can leave your cares behind And have a restful, meditative mind; A Zen-like atmosphere is what you’ll find Without distractions. Put away your phones. Beginning with a path of steppingstones, Observe the moss, the ferns, the verdant tones, The koi-filled pond, the...

  Morning Glory The mornings are a challenge for the old man. Get up. Get dressed. Get the dogs out. Get them fed. His several pains are worse. It’s cold and dark outside. The world, it seems, is set against him. But he knows that’s not the case. He hums...

  Prayer (5:00 a.m.) Some stubborn pain (the world… the past…) Is peeking through the cracks, and all I want is somehow to at last Come home to something steady, fast, (I won’t say innocence, but still…) To something pure and whole that will In me a simpler soul recall....

  Damon and Pythias The two spoke number lore with every breath, Disciples of Pythagoras and friends, But one was seized and chained, condemned to death As loud opponent of tyrannic trends. He felt a need that normally attends Life’s end, to go and settle his affairs. The tyrant said,...

  The Throne at Knossos Kings, nations, empires, tongues have passed, Through fourscore centuries, but you last, _Carved from immortal stone Long before Caesar was to reign Or king of England, France, or Spain: _Europe’s most ancient throne. Within this crimson-frescoed hall, Enthroned on your majestic, tall, _White alabaster seat,...

  My California A tangled maze of gushing streams My sunny California cries. Her sky is veiled in morbid memes That source her sad and raining eyes. What doleful demon of despair Has dared to infiltrate your skies? What craven catalyst of care Has dared to blur your sparkling eyes?...

Beneath an Iron Hand Though they spent years beneath an iron hand, the quiet people still knew how to sing and hope moved soft but steady through the land. Their murmurs grew, hushed voices echoing like hidden water stirring under stones, true hearts began to share what they could bring....

  The Ladies on the Floor Above ---for the pianist NW and her daughters, and AGM, aged just one "And therefore is Love said to be a child" ---A Midsummer Night's Dream The ladies on the floor above _Are not what they pretend; They all possess a secret love _And...

  Cycle of Song O Schubert! Praise with Song your blessed Birth; With youthful Skill, no mortal Feats surpass, You crafted Lieder of the highest Worth And matched with Harmonies of the finest Class. Poets' Words took flight, lifted by your Art, And ancient Sorrow sprang through vaulted Air; You...

  It Must Be Spring Again The air is clear and crisp today _While walking through my garden. A morning shower comes to play, _But then it begs my pardon. The blended scent of flowers blooms, _And scrubs the morning air. A bee seems drunk on their perfumes _And wanders...

  At the Wine Bar Embrace the riverlike and endless flow, the rush of energy, the burgundy of Cabernet, Petite Sirah, Merlot, the golden Chardonnay and Pinot Gris, the fevered throbbing, pulsing, beating, blind viniferous sensations, sweet bouquet of pepper, plum, or potpourri, a mind aroused and reeling in a...

  Blood Miracle Red marrow makes most of the cells of our blood, _A half-trillion plus every day. Though we're fully fashioned from regular mud, _The blood renders mud living clay. A stem cell matures to a single blood cell _That travels around a few days, Resembling vermillion or light,...

  The Last of Winter I stand here at the window glass, The scene before me clear and wide, To watch the last of winter pass _Over the countryside. Gone times, gone days lie out of mind, Forgotten in the melting snow. The future I have yet to find; _This...

  Reverie I genuflected, claimed a pew. _The nave was silent-dim. Polychrome glimmers, stained glass threw: _a stagy shark’s-tooth scrim. I shivered in the frigid air _dampened by walls of stone, bowing my head, attempting prayer. _But faith, I could find none. The church's statues seemed to be _quaint artifacts...

    The Villa in Durrës The villa lies in shambles, a woman ravaged, spent, stripped of beauty, usefulness, abandoned to lament. Her pink veneer is peeling, her tiles cracked and scratched. Her floors by waters damaged, her pergolas unthatched. Her curves are caving in now, her arches dipping down....

  Nature's Release Her mind would not surrender; The night kept dragging on. Concerns and obligations--- She struggled towards the dawn. When finally came the sunrise, She took a drive from town To venture into landscape Where Nature wears a crown. The stillness of the morning, A lake, serene and...

  Spring Storm A stirring in the pine, a tomblike pause, and then a rhythmic misty harmony is tapping on the leaves, as if applause were heralding some heavenly esprit for boughs awakened by the breeze. A veil of steamy gloom obscures the forestland, and droplets in neurotic fits impale...

  King Cyrus Issues an Edict “Thus saith Cyrus king of Persia: ‘All the kingdoms of the earth hath the Lord, the God of heaven, given me; and He hath charged me to build Him a house in Jerusalem, which is in Judah. Whosoever there is among you of all...

  When Still Means Free ---upon watching the movie Melania When someone causes one to smile, With radiance mild, and without guile, And makes demonics far to flee, Amid such times when still means free, Without commotion, but with nerve, No fret or gust, yet still with verve, She’s cultivated...

  Sister Goddess and the Chimera “In Greek myth, a chimera is a creepy combination of lion, goat, dragon---in humans, chimeras are one person who contains two sets of DNA.” ---Susannah Cahalan Behold the sister goddess. Her very name is Gloria Deo—glory to God. Her blood has now been offered:...

  Garden Goddess   I. This humble plot of land is bogged in snow And ice, with twigs and brushy sweeps of pine; But soon, the giant marigolds will grow, Emerge from littered leaves and broken vine; For yonder’s where I sprinkled heads of seed In no specific order or...