Posted in Poetry

Now I Just Mainly Stare From My Chair!

First, I could only just lay there mostly on my back with a blank, blissful stare.

Then maybe wiggle and rollover in my crib or on the floor without a care.

Then I could do brief baby push ups with a smile of joy on my face.

Then crawl, sit up, stand up, and walk wobbly and fall.

Then finally I could walk proudly: yes I could walk standing tall. I even remember the day I learned to tie my shoe laces. I think it was in the Fall.

Then I could run and play cowboys with a gun in my hand.

Learned to ride a bike. Oh the fun, the games and no cares.

I even tried some Evil Kenevil stunts and was carried home in a chair.

Yes, I would walk or bike to various places. I hitch hiked, learned to ice and roller skate; fell through the ice. The scare!

And yes, again I did things in and around the water galore.

But then, finally, at last, I got my first car. Now, I was able to travel near, between, and far. Yes, I have traveled million of miles so far in over a dozen cars.

In the interim, well, I flew in airplanes, rode in trains, again did things in the water galore. I was even in the cockpit of a KC-135 Tanker as a spectator when emergency struck: quick, steep, hard landing for sure.

I even tried my luck at flying myself in a Piper Cub. Air Force Major Major was my instructor and that’s no Catch-22 joke for sure. But mostly now, I just fly in my lucid dreams in seems.

But oh, the years have taken their toll. Now I just mainly walk, blog, roll over, talk and act like a fool.

And more and more I just sit in my chair, lay on my couch and just stare!

Stare at movies, TV shows, read books, write in notebooks, give wistful looks and who else knows. And watch other people doing and enjoying sometimes the things I used to do!

Yes! I just mainly gawk, remember and incessantly over talk!

But thank God I’m not dead to the world, as of yet. I’m not off to what or whatever place, who knows!

Yes, I can proudly proclaim for all who care to hear. That I can still get up from my couch or chair; and walk tall for short distances if I dare.

And most proudly… occasionally on my tippy toes …

with a blank, blissful stare!

Posted in Photography, Poetry

As We Were Going To St Ives

As we were going to St Ives

we met seven ducks on a ledge

and seven in the water.

The ducks on the ledge were

your typical ducks in a row.

The ducks in the water?

Well, I really don’t know.


There was no man

no wives

no sacks



or otherwise.


All I can surmise

about St Ives

was just those

seven ducks on the ledge

seven in the water

and that bloke…

is no bloody

St Ives

Children’s Nursery Rhyme!

Posted in God, Family, Friends

Do You Only Believe In What You Can See!? 👀

Yes! Some proudly proclaim loudly non-belief …. in their own non-religious, religious way!

Yes! They proselytize loudly and proudly for all to hear!

I don’t believe in a God or a Creator. Well, maybe an all-knowing equation as many knowing scientists seem to believe.

I don’t believe in a God; Heaven or Hell; an afterlife; or being faithful to anyone but little old (or is that odd) me!

I don’t believe in angels … aliens … demons … ghosts … and a host of things other believe for that matter as they climb Jacob’s Ladder heading the wrong way!

I only believe in what I can see … hear … feel … taste … sense … and smell. And that’s mostly me just ‘looking at me!’

I don’t believe in silly nonsense! Well maybe 13 dimensions; multiple universes; something from nothing; and at one time the New York Yankees!

You see. In my defense it’s just nonsense that makes little sense. Haha … Hee Hee … Loddy Doddy Dee!


So when I die and my body decays and per science my life energy transforms in some strange way. Well, if I’m right it’s nothing you see. I just lived life my way, mostly for me!

But if I ‘m wrong!

Well then it will be God’s Hell Fire that I will have to pay!

Yes! For believing only in myself, power and wealth and those damn New York Yankees!


In Truth, I do believe in God, Love and Family … but no longer those Damn Yankees!

Posted in Imagination, Poetry

Just One of Those Nights!


It was just one of those nights.

Just one of those terror-filled frights.

A Tall Man for sure…

lurked over my bed.

Oh my,

the fear!

Oh my,

the dread!


And so I lunged up in bed

threw a mean punch

at his head

and just

flew out of the bed!

Hit the stand!

Hit the floor!

Oh! Yes!

Who could ask for anything more!?

Posted in Poetry

Stillness Falls!

Stillness falls

memories fade

lost … forgotten dreams.


Times of love

times of joy

vivid memories

even schemes.


But love was lost

now fleeting times

how hopeless

it all does seem!


But when

I see you smile again

my eyes swell

with joyful tears!


And the little things

again flood my mind

and quiet my gnawing fears.



I’m back again

to that magical time

where it all began.

Oh dear!


But ever so quickly

it slips away

and again

stillness and sadness fall.


And the memories fade

and the dreams disappear.

And I’m lost again.

I fear!