Thursday, December 24, 2015

"Images of last resort"

The young will always start with hope and purest of intentions
Then the wit does come to break apart all life's conventions
Fashioning, and fancy dress, what of all pomp and styles
Time will wash away with tidal wave of childhood smiles
Engaged in dancing of the spheres, the swirling nature taunts
There comes alive in all of this the loving avalanche

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© 2012 whickwithy

Saturday, December 12, 2015

"Thoughts"

So sad, they speak coincidence
Dulled by life’s experience
Conquered by man’s great fa├žade
Numbed to Nature’s simple nod
More to life than chug and shake
It is a dance, make no mistake
To drudge through life from stem to stern
Nothing left and nothing learned
To my heart, I now commit
To find the time and so, to wit
Hasten not to vain and glory
But, to find my own true story
From the depths of furthest past
Upon my future life, I cast
It is no gamble, though may seem
To ride upon bold time’s own stream
For this is what it’s all about
It is but life’s most bold redoubt
To know, so deep, that I am one
With all of time, within I’ve won
To hold the love and find the peace
The battled soul will never cease
To understand this peace I glimpse
My wearied soul, along it limps
It is the peace of soul, I say
Not the peace of one fine day
For battles will be fought and lost
For peace of soul, there is a cost
Whether lost or whether won
Glory now, beneath the sun
I know it’s hard to understand
Often seems like shifting sand
When I reach the age of dust
Will I still hold this final trust?
Yes

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© 2012 whickwithy

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

"Sway"

I enter on the balcony above the royal hall
And, as I gaze upon the guests, I think, once more, "Stand tall!"
That is the way to start the dance, the only dance that counts
With a will and with the strength to sway with swing and bounce
From life to life, no more the thought that ever wind will raise
The spectre of that struggle gone along with its own maze
For time does take unto itself, at last, to rake and raze
But, deep inside the endless soul looks on with steady gaze

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© 2012 whickwithy

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Excerpt 14 from "Seasons"

The roaring lion roaring more
The crashing waves awash the shore
Just shake the sand from feet and leaves
And, hear the seagull as he grieves
Now, hear the seagull’s lonely cry
Upon the wind, he lets it die
It never will come back, again
'Tis offered up to minds of men


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© 2012 whickwithy

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Excerpt 12 from "Seasons"

So, sling the season’s sparkle 'til it scatters ‘cross the sky
And, fling the reason’s nonsense up just like a newborn cry
For, once again, it comes the time to dally round the dance
To raise the hand and bend the knee, no more the don’ts and can’ts
As if I stand upon a cliff with jagged rocks below
The wings will spread and I will fly, for in my heart I know
The seasons, all, will come, again, from summer through to spring
Though the tide is rising, soon, the lowest tide will sing

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© 2012 whickwithy

Monday, October 26, 2015

"Transform"


The power in all beauty and the honour of the soul
Will build the life to something well beyond the keeper's toll
Fling out the hand and toss a spell to raise the life at stakes
The clouds upon horizon speak and wonders what it wakes
The power in the Traveler will stand the test of time
So deep within the magic to transform the world in rhyme
As steps of thunder rock the world to bring the final fates
Stretch out the willing hand to her, the heart no longer waits
No tolerance is left here for the shirking and denial
It’s time to rise above the past, transform this lifeless trial

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© 2012 whickwithy

Thursday, October 22, 2015

"Dream vision"

I sweep outward a transcending hand and watch the ripples form
They touch upon my darling's land and wash away the storm
As ripples carry on the song, they sing a heightened note
As if concurring with the thought and with the words I wrote
The words that walked away with care and passed thru time's own door
The thought that lingered on the porch as if he knew the score

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© 2012 whickwithy

Monday, October 19, 2015

"Poetry"


And, still, what I don't understand
Is poetry's impelling hand
What is this urge to bare the soul
What is this surge that makes me whole
Sometimes the meaning's hidden well
It flashes high to cast its spell
So oft the meaning's clear as glass
I write the words and watch them pass
But, read it once, a brook is seen
The second time, a silken screen
'Tis magic of a different kind
My soul's far depths are intertwined
I paint the life with bright precision
And cast a spell of passioned vision
It sparkles at the fingertips
I spark a star, the words eclipse
At times the meaning's buried deep
I wade in far from shores too steep
I recognize the coral reef
It stands out now in bas-relief
But, look again, and it is gone
The firefly's light on summer's lawn
Or, like a glance at autumn's dawn
I sketch the tale, with charcoal drawn
For, now, such massive beauty there
Is rendered bright with massive care
And now, at last, a moment's peace 

The words are laid, a short surcease

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© 2012 whickwithy

Friday, October 16, 2015

"Deep in thought"


I contemplate the endless dreams
So deep in thought on all that seems
My mind on fire with all the life
Where do I lose all stress and strife
The singing of the wind along with sighing of the sea
Did bring, once more, the memory of all that life can be

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© 2012 whickwithy

Thursday, October 15, 2015

"Room full of mirrors"


I wandered through a room so full of mirrors
It showed the life and will just so much clearer
Than ever seen before
Each one reflects a different trace
Such different views, familiar face
To help to find the core
Who is this man that stands so proud
What is that shadow-looking shroud
Behind one face see gems and stones
Bold sparkles glint from shadowed thrones
Each glass reflects a lesson taught
With lines and aches that life had wrought
The grimness seldom left a mark
For heart would not provide the spark
To settle for much less than joy
One still can see the little boy
But, oh, so slowly, see the man

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© 2012 whickwithy

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

"The crime"


Ah, for me, it is a crime
To go too long without a rhyme
It soothes my soul and lets release
Pent up feelings, cooling feast
It makes such sense of all I am
In many ways, 'tis like a jam
To spread on toast of life I live
To sweeten all, with this I give
To translate from the living frame
To bring it home is why I came
All life is here to celebrate
The rhyme just builds a true portrait
To pass along the love of life
With certainty our hearts are rife
The love for all that lives and breathes
The squirrel, the bird, the brook, the leaves
For beauty’s here in all known climes
Heart bursts away in ringing rhymes
Do you feel the joy in this?
The love, the song, the endless bliss
Truly do I sing the praise
Of love and life, I stand amazed
The passions of it all reveal
Hidden not, all life surreal
In wonderment and feelings spent
Across the span of time we're lent
Tumble to the wild wind rocking
Christened to the cusp that's knocking
Poetry is beauty rich
Pressed into the smallest niche

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© 2012 whickwithy

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

"Lagniappe"


Time tells tales to fool us all
Of sky's abyss and morning call
Shocked and shattered by the tale
No more roaring, lesser hale
Look around the last outcrop
Find, indeed, life's sweet lagniappe
Once is not enough for me
In this life, Lagniappe will be
Shout and barrel down the road
Change the tires, change the mode
Slam the door, prepare to pass
Life’s the wheels, Lagniappe’s the gas
Lagniappe seems to come in vain
Ricochet off the watchman's bane
Pound the fist upon the pavement
Knowing where and what the rave meant
Raging seas and falling toast
Still the one that meant the most
Settle now into the rocket
Metronome in my back pocket
Metro-dome to hold the floods
Lives and nests and narrowed bloods
Bubbling up from pale to first
Knowing now is none the worst
Tickled to the tallest flight
Know it well, Lagniappe's own right
Time tells tales and some are true

Lagniappe for so very few

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© 2012 whickwithy

Monday, October 12, 2015

"Past Participle"


Masked inside the meaning and whither to its way
Spoken with the force of gales, it beckons on to say
What then, you shout, to leave it out
Wherefore, you flout a rocky spout
It flickers on, no more to go
Spoken like a broken blow
The power tickles to the flight
Pass along the sparkling night 
The perfect participle has such meaning in its way
Not wasted on the maundering, nor wandering to stray
And spoken like true speakers speak
Not lent on loan, nor shadows bleak
I shuffle on and all the while
Behind those eyes, a hidden smile

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© 2012 whickwithy

Sunday, October 11, 2015

"More realms of the mind"


Realms of mind, I’d wander there
Evermore, no slightest care
But, life calls back the body and cannot be ignored
And, harking back, the mind still calls and always sparkles more
Shoot the ray to spill the beam
Cross to wildness at the stream
Step so high that worlds go past
Yonder reigns new worlds, at last
Flash while striking past the bend
Colored lips will kiss to send
On the way to swirl and foam
Ripple through the sound to roam
Find a wrinkle in the spark
Life will sprinkle bright the arc
Laughter spills along the way
Washing off this wearied stay
Rainbow circles paint the ears
Life unfolds, no time for fears
On and on, beyond the realm
Scattered back to fill the helm
Echo caverns of the mind
There you'll hear and often find
The sighing wind and shifting sands
So deep beneath the hidden lands

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© 2012 whickwithy

Saturday, October 10, 2015

"Tour de force"


Rippled rille is on the course
Nothing left but tour de force
Symbols sliding all about
Well before the final rout
Now, you ask, what's done with this
Sugar, rhyme and arrowed kiss
What's done is done, there is no past
Hold on tight unto the mast
Touch and go, the final say
Hold the rhyme unto the way
Never once the firmament
Never lost the permanent
Flick the hand and lightning strikes
Toss the smile to little tykes
Never again lay down the pawn
Never again to faint or fawn
Touch the sky and blast it blue
Shake it now, at last imbue
Fervor past the least remorse
Settle not sans tour de force
Tour de force is now a match
Broken door and open hatch

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© 2012 whickwithy

Monday, August 31, 2015

Excerpt 11 from "Seasons"

All time is on a shorter string as years are clipped and dried
The inch is daily measure, now, where, once, a yard applied
I feel momentum growing like tsunami in the tide
What is it that will wash ashore, of that I have not spied
The shadow movements in the dark
Alone, I flick and then I spark
Revealed by flame throughout all time
The way in which the thoughts combine
Converging once the season's gone
Like evening shadows on the lawn
It's pointing to the subtle fact
That, now, I've gone and, then, come back
I take a sip of coffee and I watch the starscapes reel
Upon the roof, I lay on back, my soul now made of steel

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 © 2012 whickwithy

Saturday, July 25, 2015

"Serendipity II"



How to convey that Serendipity's
An entity to which to bend our knees
And, then, rise up, stand taller than before
No misery remains upon the floor
To seek it is a paradox in terms
When out of sight, its essence slowly firms
All care, concern, and thoughts one should release
To find a lasting, budding innner peace
To step as lightly through all space and time
And bring to wonder hearts that fill with rhyme
No marshalling of forces will contend
With heart that's freed, intent to rather spend
A welcoming of grace to take a ride
As Serendipity walks by one's side
No preconceptions force the way it goes
No barriers remain, no tempest throes
To celebrate a life abandon rule
Conceive of life as other than a tool
With surety of will
All havoc now stands still
No enemies to fill
The soul upon a sill
As calm replaces ill
Existence is a conundrum at best
Beyond the sight and sound lies all the rest
A pause is written in life's endless script
To tumble when, at last, the heart is tipped
Discovering that why's an empty phrase
No meaning can portend the endless days
All that we know is written on a point
A palimpsest to which we do annoint
More meaning than is etched within the dot
Expansion comes from knowing we know not
Knowledge is a puff upon the wind
That questioning will always then rescind
A quest, you say, to seek the silent soul
Is what the will must make to make us whole
To build a structure well within the mind
Transcends all structures built of stone and lined
With all the hopes and struggles of our kind
That crumble to the ground, at last, to find
Abandoning of hope's not as it seems
Abandoning of life and all its dreams
Acceptance that all hope in life sustains
When seeking is abandoned, hope remains
The mist will fade, the veil will be removed
A whisper through the heart says all's approved

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© 2015 whickwithy

Excerpt 10 from "Seasons"

The coolness of this ocean morning settles round the soul
Soul wakes to all those wondrous sighs and brings the heart near whole
I’m here to wander through this life, most ways, so all alone
A heart, it stirs, beneath the rain, at last a seed is sown
The haze it lifts, the glare is gone, I glimpse the soul divine
One day, one life, eternally, the heart and soul are mine

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 © 2012 whickwithy

Friday, July 24, 2015

Excert 9 from "Seasons"

Ah, this year of seasons, full, has been a troubled one
That wasn’t in the plan at all, that’s life beneath the sun
At last, once more, thank god it is, the coolness will return
For, at least, a little while with no more summer’s burn
You’d say that I was two years old, sometimes, the way I think
As if the summer is now gone and autumn’s on the brink
But, even though I know it’s not, I like to think it’s true
So, there it is, in many ways, I guess I am still two
It’s something I am proud of, and that truly is the case
To keep the wonder, all the bitter gone without a trace
Like children’s eyes I’ll watch this life as long as I can see
For when the pain would linger on, somehow this sets me free
In living isolation is another way to race
But, then, you see, it’s life and love that leave without a trace
I’ll always live with open arms, though empty they may be
Those open arms are also part of that which sets me free

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 © 2012 whickwithy

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Excerpt 8 from "Seasons"

The seasons, tides, and daylight change, of course, then, so do I
For all the changes in a year, a lifetime in a sigh
As north you go, the more the sunbeams change their willful way
The ebb and flow of tides reflects my moodiness per se
But, seasons come around, once more, to toll the bell of fate
It’s pleasing just to listen close for words that tolerate
The glory of the sun is here, a boon so bright today
The story of a life of which the moon shall wash away

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 © 2012 whickwithy

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Excerpt 7 from "Seasons"

The boon is farther than I thought
As time does pass away
But bowed and bent, you’ll find me not
This heart does well portray
The changing life, days clear of rain
The wonder time, it comes again
This early, bright and wondrous fall
The tint on leaves just says it all
I’m marching down through endless time
I’ll celebrate these loves of mine
The fickled days will come, I’m sure
To set the scale and bound the cure
But time, it ticks, as clock winds down
The seasons cycle, clock’s rewound
We’ll whirl away with colors strewn
The autumn’s rainbow, fire and dune
Unlike the summer’s prism pure
The red of kiss and sky’s azure

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 © 2012 whickwithy

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Excerpt 6 from "Seasons"

There’s magic in the season’s change and in the world at large
So many toss the heart a dream with entry free of charge
And on the border with the dream, like ocean to the coast
A deep expanse of hope and prayer will wash the soul foremost
But, even if the snow does fall upon the borderline
The tide will wash away the snow to clear this coast of mine
As open and serene as golden fields in summertime
'Tis where the heart is with a will and leaves the soul sublime

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 © 2012 whickwithy

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Excerpt 5 from "Seasons"

The killing cold is gone, right now, but still so cold at night
Unburied from the depths of covers still just such a fright
For spring, no time for patience, and, to dally, is quite rare
When limbs they sing, the blood it boils, and heart has not a care
Yet, life just patiently moves on from bud to burst in bloom
And leaves and ferns take their sweet time to, once again, resume
Flaunt beauty and desire today
So roused, again, by Nature's play
A woman at her loving best
I swoon with awe, no time for rest
Her sigh was wind around the trees
Embraced was I by gentle breeze
This was a day in which to seize
Love and life to fully please
In her honor, life burst through
From leaves to ferns to birds that flew
Their song so joyous on the wing
Of perfect days of sun they sing
An ache so deep was felt within
If time one took embracing wind
The lives rush by so many days
But not today, for Nature plays
All it takes on days like this
Is just a pause to feel the kiss
Dirt beneath my fingernails
The world beneath my feet
Flower garden never fails
To liven hearts that beat
Steady on the course of days
Each step you take is next
Focus just on Nature's plays
Of life, no thought perplexed

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 © 2012 whickwithy

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Excerpt 3 from "Seasons"

The spring came through just yesterday, could feel it like a fist
Like checkmate on a chessboard, Spring is now upon the list
Like bells inside a tower ring to call those faithful few
To come and celebrate, right now, for god is in the pew
"For I am here", Spring shouts for all, "let be no slightest doubt!
Winter's gone for sure and good, in disarray and rout!
Some skirmishes are left to fight, a battle here and there
But, for the scarves and knitted hats, give not the slightest care"

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 © 2012 whickwithy

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Excerpt 2 from "Seasons"

A tale of a year in the life.  Closing stanza addressing the reader.

Yes, we've wandered far this year from hearts to star and leaf
And walked the change and beach and woods, spent little time on grief
We’ve heard the waves and saw the surf and felt the heartstrings tug
No time is left to flicker on, just lead away with hug
It feels as if we’re parting ways so, deep within, I sigh
Our hearts have paced a little while but, now, I say, goodbye
The time moves on and I do too
And, loving, deeply so, still true
I step, once more, to give a try
And hear the seagull's lonely cry
I offer up this whirlwind sigh
Enough to love, enough to try
For always will I stay the course
No loss of love and no remorse

October 1, 2009 Pine Point, Maine

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 © 2012 whickwithy

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Excerpt 1 from "Seasons"

This is the first stanza from a 50 page poem about one year in the life.  It is included in the "Tapestry" publication.



October 1, 2008, Pine Point, Maine

Now, at last, I have the time
To celebrate these loves of mine
The waves of life wash over me
To cleanse the soul and set me free
I spend my time in awe and wonder
Cast adrift but not asunder
I see you bright in my mind's eye
It’s sealed so tight with every sigh
No trouble to recall your face
Those freckles fixed in time and place
We soar the night, the hearts beat soon
We dream the light and sing the tune
No rushing now, no frantic mess
And, now, at last, I feel so blest
And, now I also celebrate true Nature and her glory
The seasons sing their daily fate and craft their yearly story
The leaves are in a wonder time, but soon they will be gone
All lost once more beneath the rime, once more just winter's pawn
An odd time it does surely seem to restart such a life
As winter's hoary frost begins to cut like Nature's knife
But, always, always I believe in Serendipity
So now must be the perfect time to let my life go free
For as we dance the whirling dance and sing the song in tune
We traipse the brightest pattern, yet, beneath the summer moon
Just wait and we will see the steps of bursting life in June
And see if I have wrought the dance to seal the silent boon

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 © 2012 whickwithy

Monday, April 27, 2015

"rhymes"



Sent to shatter the mind
Break open so to find
All the new ways
That life always plays
Existence on a string
New vistas now to see
As shutters are set free
Of distant past through echoed rhyme
Such lovingness seems so sublime
Demands the heart to sing
A sigh that cannot say it all
Of robin's wings and chasm's fall
Of life beyond the bounds of time
Swift, soft the ricochets of rhyme
With open heart you bring

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© 2012 whickwithy

Friday, February 13, 2015

"Past Participle"

Make no mistake this is mostly nonsense.  Maybe that's why I like it so much.

Masked inside the meaning and whither on its way
Spoken with the force of gales, it beckons on to say
What then, you shout, to leave it out
Wherefore, you flout a rocky spout
It flickers on, no more to go
Spoken like a broken blow
The power tickles to the flight
Passed along with sparkling night
The perfect participle has such meaning in its way
Not wasted on the maundering, nor wandering to stray
And spoken like true speakers speak
Not lent on loan, nor shadows bleak
I shuffle on and all the while
Behind those eyes, a hidden smile


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© 2012 whickwithy

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

"Poetry too"

Poetry too

Compress it down, so much to be
No room for waste, so set it free
Leave room for beauty, love and heart
Build the story from the start
Heart and rhyme, my poetry
Often keyed with imagery
At least the favorites that I write
I hate it when there's driveled spite
Arrrrgggghhhhh!  A pirate's shout I say!!!
Let's stick to fun and love and play!!!!!!!!!!
Let exceptions be the rule
Double entendre, favorite tool
Crazy as the night, but glorious to me
My launch is there for ken through wondrous poetry
It seems, to me, like trill of  bird
Clear as day, who ever heard?!!?!
My biggest struggle, oft, you see
Stopping flow of words to be..........
!!!!CUT IT OUT!!!!

Copyright © 2012 Whickwithy

Thursday, January 29, 2015

"Tour de force"

Tour de force

Rippled rille is on the course
Nothing left but tour de force
Symbols sliding all about
Well before the final rout
Now, you ask, what's done with this
Sugar, rhyme and arrowed kiss
What's done is done, there is no past
Hold on tight unto the mast
Touch and go, the final say
Hold the rhyme unto the way
Never once the firmament
Much less of the permanent
Flick the hand and lightning strikes
Toss the smile to little tykes
Never again lay down the pawn
Never again to faint or fawn
Touch the sky and blast it blue
Shake it now, at last imbue
Fervor past the least remorse
Settle not for tour de force
Tour de force has met its match
Broken door and open hatch

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© 2012 whickwithy

Saturday, January 10, 2015

""From now until the end of winter"


From now until end of winter is my time to write
Words, like arms, arrayed, once more, so surely filled with might
The pulse of heart transcribed
Stands foremost in the battlefield of comprehension's war
How to understand this life, there's always so much more
When will of life's imbibed
The words that trained to celebrate, amazed at such a chore
The glory of the days and years, with all of life in store
Seasons, cycles, clocks that tick, the rhythm of the heart
Pulse like wildness on the wind that blows the door apart
Now, look within the workings of eternity's own space
See beyond the stanza's rhyme, beyond the moment's race
The shining helm and lance and sword of verse is now on guard
Alone, it stands upon its strength, within the hallowed yard
it guards the very door of time from shatterfall without
With practiced will of reasoned strength, it guards the last redoubt

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© 2012 whickwithy

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