john clare
Upon the eating
Of the pork chop
Special
Grilled
Not as fattening
He asked me
Who this
John Clare
Fellow was
I said
He was a poet
He lived in the 1700's
I never knew him
Upon the take out tea
Sweet
Fattening
I told him
It was me
I wrote the poetry
He looked at me
Doubting
I never knew.
Upon the driving home
I told my wife
Do I not only speak
In rhyme
All the time
And he never knew
And she said
I wouldn't know.
And the tea was sweet
And fattening
This we knew.
by john clare
There is a mountain ridge two
thousand feet above home
Too cold for the Mosquito's and
the malaria they bring
We should be able to talk clearer on
the hand phone
And build a new landing strip for the
valiant aviation wing.
It is there we shall move and build
again
Then continue the translation of the
Wano word
To free them from the superstitions
of sin.
And raise tribal missionaries from
whose lips the gospel is heard.
Come and join the Wilds in bringing
life to those below
Pouring their all from the heights
to the Wano people
We must pray and give so they can know
Christ dwells in the valley seven thousand
feet among the mosquito.
John Stokes
By the time Orion
Had lifted into orbit
Behind the fog
We were three miles
Down range east
Traveling at the speed
Of forty-five
Heading for our
Destination
Experimental mission
To see if
Man can sustain on
Hardee's biscuits.
Watertown Cormorants
John Stokes
Can't say I been nowhere, done nothing, not amounted to anything after photographing that one leaf in the wind.
Tree pew
For I'm going to your house today
I know if I were young again where I'd be sitting. Do children climb trees today? Tree stands possibly, but to just climb for the sake of climbing I'm not certain.
Other times I like to desaturate the color
Then I also like to get rid of all color
And reduce the scene to
Monochrome.
I like to redo old images
I like to do nothing to them too
I’m reminded of the old Demolay ritual we used to try and memorize, which went something like, we’ve reached this point in the east, where half our years lie before us, and half behind us, with opportunities remaining yet to do good and to be better.
Deese-Howard boat ramp
Suwannee River
While the great egret looked on with what looked like disdain, the Pelicans went about their catching and herding fish.
The creation of color
Deep within the without
Form or void
A voice heard calling
Come forth
A creation of my own making in PicArts and PSExpress on the iPhone.
Times we’d come to the slow ebbing Suwannee
and in the foam from shoals read the writing
of our lives fleeting and what was to be
thankful to Him the source of our being.
Last evening plans were set in motion, Monday we’d call in and travel to Tallahassee. We promised to tell no one, letting all keep thinking they were better off than we were, not needing our company, and we didn’t need any faux friends.
But lo, in the scan, it was determined, man’s plans are not in Gods hands, and so, I’ll see you at work on Monday, yes, you’re still better off than me, and I’ll keep the same friends closely.
