tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72528158827510439572024-02-20T13:05:26.498-05:00PoeticanMy inner poet begs to be set free. Some of these musings are old, some are new; some observed, others lived. Enjoy.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-30673785657655320212012-02-13T22:37:00.000-05:002012-02-13T22:37:49.495-05:00Meant To BeCan’t have you but want you.<br />
Bathing in dreams of possibilities.<br />
Hands touch your hips, lips touch lips.<br />
Eyes, hair, scent; heart connection meant<br />
to be.<br />
<br />
Fate shouts yes, no, maybe.<br />
Joins yet demands we keep our distance.<br />
Heart touches heart, carefully, timidly.<br />
Fear be damned; heart connection meant<br />
to be.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-7336777034164059102012-02-13T22:35:00.000-05:002012-02-13T22:35:33.427-05:00WantingDreaming aching <br />
longing singing <br />
bells ringing <br />
connecting <br />
seeing<br />
hoping believing <br />
wanting and<br />
waiting for<br />
lovingBerniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-75674253729261784542011-06-26T10:39:00.003-05:002011-06-26T10:40:49.991-05:00Morning SolitudeQuiet morning just past sunrise<br />
Lips sip African coffee<br />
Nose whiffs Honduran cigar<br />
Eyes see twenty shades of green in hostas, grass, oaks, pines, the fence<br />
Ears hear deer hiding in the woods<br />
Heart slows to the beat of welcomed solitude.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-6264619378534761982011-05-11T20:10:00.000-05:002011-05-13T15:43:53.056-05:00Recharge CycleBluish purple light lingers sixty minutes past sunset.<br />
Half moon winks through new spring leaves.<br />
Quiet, peaceful anticipation wraps around like a blanket before bedtime.<br />
<br />
Day falls asleep smiling, waiting, resting,<br />
Wading through dark nightly currents,<br />
Relaxing, recharging before beginning anew at sunrise.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-78801634102523633622011-05-01T10:51:00.000-05:002011-05-01T10:51:17.510-05:00StormStormy weather rumbles through the valley,<br />
tricks the senses illogically.<br />
Howling wind, growling thunder,<br />
explosive flashes of lightning<br />
one minute,<br />
dead calm the next.<br />
<br />
Silence.<br />
Motionless white dogwood blooms side by side with pink redbud florets.<br />
A solitary bird on the feeder looks lost,<br />
confused by the calm.<br />
Startled when lightning, thunder and wind returns.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-38403343905517186732011-04-22T17:56:00.000-05:002011-04-22T17:56:44.919-05:00Rich ToastA distant blue ridge divides sky from ground. <br />
Clear mountain air surrounds,<br />
drifts across the veranda,<br />
fills lungs, lifts spirits.<br />
<br />
Afternoon spring sun shadow<br />
saturates expensive red and pink drinks<br />
that sit on the table between sips.<br />
<br />
This is how the rich live.<br />
The rich ignore how poor they are<br />
compared to two soul-mates toasting their friendship.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-55921709908811595372011-04-02T10:38:00.000-05:002011-04-02T10:38:18.967-05:00April 2ndCold cloudy damp day<br />
Spring is late<br />
She’s unpredictable anyway<br />
Have to wait<br />
Till she is ready to say<br />
I’m here.<br />
<br />
Naked branches tangle <br />
and twist<br />
Spider web angles <br />
Moisture, mist.<br />
Dew drops dangle<br />
Yet next steps are clear.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-22170559062949159542011-04-02T10:37:00.000-05:002011-04-02T10:37:01.492-05:00Lingering<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>I found this one on my computer, leftover from fall. Thought there was more to say but decided it’ll stand as-is.</em></span><br />
<br />
Three bare trees overhang a flagstone patio<br />
Two lone leaves linger from November<br />
One lone man is reflected <br />
In mist, fog, puddles.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-23839528811997495092010-11-04T20:17:00.000-05:002010-11-04T20:18:59.099-05:00Muffled MessageDeep in the recess a voice screams<br />muffled words<br />Familiar but incomprehensible<br />Straining to hear the words <br />the message feels familiar<br />but no clarity<br />The tone is hope<br />optimism<br />Patience my son it’ll work out<br />Synapses don’t fail me now<br />because I need to know the words.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-79157883766683317732010-10-26T22:26:00.001-05:002010-10-26T22:28:05.963-05:00Haiku TripletA small voice out back<br />Reminds me of something I know,<br />Something I relearned.<br /><br />Things will get better<br />When I do what I must do,<br />What I have to do.<br /><br />Action has begun.<br />The pros will battle it out.<br />I’ll get my life back.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-62889367365489963002010-09-27T21:40:00.000-05:002010-09-27T21:42:21.375-05:00Fall<p><br />Shadows approach from different directions,<br />A chill caresses with no touch,<br />The fall voice speaks with new inflections,<br />Few words say so much.<br /></p><p>Time slows as a recharge life prelude<br />Simple shades of yellow, red and gold<br />Fill the field of vision, enhance the mood.<br />Let fall rejuvenate your soul</p>Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-71075333968598623062010-05-11T23:20:00.001-05:002010-05-11T23:22:15.699-05:00SunriseTwo on the beach at sunrise<br />Face each other<br />Eyes gaze deep into eyes<br />Finger tips touch finger tips<br />gently<br />Wet lips caress wet lips<br />softly<br />Tongue tip traces teeth<br />slowly<br />A long, warm hug<br />Hearts beat in tandem<br />slightly faster<br />Sun on the horizon<br />Something else too.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-11016139057106896882010-01-02T10:44:00.002-05:002010-01-02T10:48:46.636-05:00Destiny Lesson<span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><em>I wrote the original version of this a long time ago and published this version of it on this blog almost two years ago. I am republishing it today for personal reasons but also because it seems especially relevant at the beginning of a year when we look back and ahead.</em></span><br /><br />Why do we forget<br />lessons learned about<br />life<br />love<br />friendships<br />relationships?<br /><br />Are we destined to repeat<br />our failures forever,<br />forgetting to comprehend the mistakes<br />that send us<br />on this endless<br />loop of broken hearts<br />and false starts?<br /><br />Why can’t we move on,<br />not in failure,<br />but in anticipation of the success<br />our new knowledge can bring us<br />in new relationships<br />friendships<br />loves<br />life?Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-28354128008917168122009-09-06T16:15:00.001-05:002009-09-06T16:17:49.932-05:00Heart Problems, HeartbrokeHeart problems, heartbroke<br />Not the heart attack you call nine-one-one for<br />Heart problems, emotional stroke<br />Can’t live like this, won’t do it any more<br /><br />My warm heart been cold from years of neglect<br />Now she says no one can love me like she can<br />never heard her say that or anything like it<br />where did that thought come from<br />Don’t trust the words, she can turn cold in a heartbeat<br />Is her change of heart real<br />or born of fear that she may lose me or what I am for her<br />I’ve been there for her, I’m there for everyone<br />Who is here for me<br /><br />Heart problems, heartbroke<br />Not the heart attack you call nine-one-one for<br />Heart problems, emotional stroke<br />Can’t live like this, won’t do it any more<br /><br />Built a life together for years, her life really<br />Sprinkles of my life dot the landscape<br />Woman of my dreams is a distant memory<br />Fooled myself too long, want to escape<br />I’ve been there for her, I’m there for everyone<br />Who is here for me<br /><br />Heart problems, heartbroke<br />Not the heart attack you call nine-one-one for<br />Heart problems, emotional stroke<br />Can’t live like this,<br />don’t want to live like this<br />won’t do it any moreBerniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-46675860002407324542009-09-04T08:41:00.001-05:002009-09-04T08:44:01.634-05:00Woke Up DreamingWhat’s the crime in dreaming?<br />In wanting what I want<br />In expecting I might get it?<br /><br />Dreams of things, people, connection<br />Dreams, lost dreams, dashed dreams<br />I don’t get it.<br /><br />Had what I dreamt of for many years<br />Woke up one year and the dream had died<br />Not the person, just the dream<br /><br />A slow death, for me<br />But none for her, she says, crying gallons of tears.<br />I never dreamed that scene.<br /><br />Maybe she was just made up in my imagination all along<br />And I just didn’t know it.<br />No dead dream for her; still loves me?<br />How was I supposed to know?<br />She didn’t show it<br />Till now.<br /><br />Even if I believe, it’s probably too late.<br />Woke up with other dreams.<br />What’s the crime in that?<br />What’s the crime in dreaming?Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-12506798403401236002008-06-23T09:02:00.000-05:002008-06-23T10:08:01.961-05:00If No OneIf no one's in the forest<br />when the tree falls<br />does it really make a sound?<br /><br />If someone's home<br />when no one calls<br />does it really make a difference?Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-24219783361587628562008-06-19T20:53:00.002-05:002008-06-19T20:59:30.017-05:00Hum Along<em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I wrote this almost twenty years ago and just found it buried with some other things last night.</span></em><br /><br />The fluid movement<br />of mouth, tongue and fingers<br />leads to squeals, sighs and sounds of joy,<br />applause if it's a good performance;<br />songs of love come<br />out the end of the<br />horn - e<br />flat, b natural, c sharp,<br />hear music;<br />blow it<br />hard,<br />make it sing;<br />jacket off,<br />collar unbuttoned,<br />hollar if<br />you like it,<br />hum along.<br />There's nothing<br />like good sax.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-82408311612967331582008-06-15T13:19:00.000-05:002008-06-15T13:20:15.906-05:00Where are You?Where are you?<br />You were always there for me<br />but now you’re not.<br />Where are you?<br />You taught me well,<br />but I always thought you’d be <br />here to see what I learned from you.<br />But you’re not.<br />Where are you?<br />Heaven: myth or reality?<br />If it’s real, you’re there,<br />tinkering in the workshop.<br />If not, then<br />where are you, Dad?Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-69204357435050040252008-06-14T23:59:00.001-05:002008-06-14T23:59:43.283-05:00The PathFlying down a rocky path<br />full speed<br />on two wheels;<br />blind curves ahead.<br />What’s beyond?<br />More curves?<br />The edge?<br />An incline?<br />Do I really want to know<br /> what’s on life’s path?<br />Or is discovery the fun part?Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-30236554381408243282008-03-30T10:45:00.000-05:002008-03-30T10:46:06.407-05:00Mirror ImageWhen you look in the mirror<br />who do you see?<br />The old man you are<br />chronologically?<br />The young man you wish<br />you still could be?<br />Your Dad? Your Mom?<br />“Is that really me?”Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-60849795298256068362008-03-23T11:25:00.001-05:002008-03-23T11:25:46.950-05:00SearchingSearching<br />for meaning,<br />truth<br />and a good cup of coffee;<br />for purpose,<br />a point,<br />and a place for you and me;<br />for balance,<br />laughter,<br />and compatibility.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-37096527443273491982008-01-10T22:59:00.000-05:002008-01-10T23:01:55.040-05:00Change HerAlone in a house full of people<br />she contemplates her life,<br />wonders why he wanted her<br />to be his wife<br />when all he wants now is to<br />change her.<br /><br />Bold yet shy, she is<br />trapped in a life<br />sprinkled with joy but<br />full of strife,<br />unafraid to explain the dilemma;<br />afraid to act.<br /><br />She is who she is<br />and he knew that then.<br />It didn’t seem to matter<br />way back when<br />but now all he wants to do is<br />change her.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-16451846956625619432008-01-03T23:23:00.000-05:002008-01-03T23:24:36.098-05:00NightFront porch<br />Sunset<br />Sipping merlot alone and thinking of you.<br />A toast<br />To hope, love<br />and dreams that can come true.<br />Clink.<br /><br />Empty glass<br />Full moon<br />Contemplating life, love and possibilities.<br />A smile.<br />More merlot; sip, gulp.<br />Hoot owls, crickets, rustling trees.<br />Sigh.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-19401554974819004792007-12-06T22:47:00.000-05:002007-12-06T23:02:55.835-05:00The Color of Christmas<span style="color:#666666;"><em>I wrote this in the late 1980s. Even though it is not a happy poem, it is one of my favorites.</em><br /></span><br />City sidewalks filled with holiday color,<br />silver bells, red and green lights.<br />Soon it will be Christmas Day.<br /><br />A final holiday toast at work, then<br />dashing through the slow<br />traffic, heading for one more open mall,<br />frazzled, but cheerful last-minute shoppers<br />make the last stop before<br />an evening with loved ones at home.<br /><br />City streets are now deserted except for a few<br />for whom the color of Christmas is blue.<br />No one stops. No loved one's shopped<br />for the one who has no home.<br />No toasting, no chesnuts roasting, no open fire,<br />Jack Frost nips at his nose,<br />toes and fingers. Out in the street<br />Jack Daniels' brown liquid provides<br />little warmth. No heat.<br /><br />In the hours before it turns Christmas,<br />blue mood turns to blue skin.<br />The blue uniform and flashing red lights<br />arrive too late.<br />And all the world's gold and green<br />can't color this one's holiday scene.<br /><br />The man in the red suit passed through this morn,<br />but no one in black mourned<br />the lone man's passing.<br /><br />And amidst the gleeful noise<br />of girls and boys and clanging toys,<br />no one dressed in new shades<br />of purple, teal and clay<br />noticed the Christmas sky was gray.Berniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252815882751043957.post-31651194150535119282007-10-03T21:18:00.000-05:002007-10-03T21:19:38.196-05:00OceanSubtle and powerful<br />Endless vista ends at the horizon<br />Relentlessly methodical<br />Totally random<br /><br />An edge<br />A bridge to everywhere<br />Sand melts into water<br />the hard line between them in constant motion<br /><br />Sand <br />body<br />Ocean <br />soul<br /><br />LifeBerniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795noreply@blogger.com0