[Old Sarge]

So many things I have today
Pizza and beer
my laptop in front of me
my FRiends around me
my buds nearby

and Life seems good, for now...

a few short months from now,
many things will change,
many sights won't be seen,
as I wonder how you've been,

but just the way things are, again,
for the guys in desert tan.

[Soaring Feather]

Doors

We open so many doors
along life's traverse
We laugh in sunshine
mope in rains
pull ourselves up
by bootstrap reins
stick out our neck
with rhyming words
and learn that we are not toads


We learn to laugh along the way
after we've done a long dark day
and awoke to see the sun had been
up and shinning when we've not been in
to taking life by lead and strutting around
filling our need of mixing up the rough
and soft of life lifting us aloft...

My larder full, my friends a plenty
a poets loft is never empty
dusty, yes from lack of use
or from stimulating the juice
that keeps us humming to the brim
of words falling on the page to her and him,
in The Sounds Of Silence.
bentfeather