There must have been
some magic in
That old pith hat they found
For when they placed it
On his head
He remembered Pappa
Looking down
Happy 16th birthday Nathaniel Manoa Stokes
Sunday, January 4, 2026
Keeper of dreams
Keeper of dreams
Halt! Says the gatekeeper of dreams
You cannot pass the great Gulf
That is fixed
Unless I determine your entreaties
Worthy
I am the keeper of the dreams
Guarding you from the mares
What is this entreaty which keeps
Coming
Shall I heed this summoning?
4jan17
025
Day before 6yr
Rescue the missing
Rescue the missing
033
4jan17
Nathaniel seeks Pappa
In the tower
Conceptual
Nathaniel turns 16 on the 5th
Down the ramp
Down the ramp
To the ramp for but a brief moment
Recall the day of launching off
All excited at the prospect
Of on the Santa Fe getting lost.
Past JP
Past John Patrick
Williston
We never quite knew what went on
behind the First Avenue brick facade
We knew that BMW’s went in eventually
to emerge and sit some more on the curb.
When they say
For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; †; and they shall not escape.
Manger after wind storm
Madison
I Kan
Kanamit
Were I to come to this messed up world, this I would do. Rid the land of all solar and wind power, replace with nuclear, coal and natural gas. Remove all dams and restore the rivers. Place all criminal politicians past and present in labor camps. Restore the constitutional republic. Replace all dominion and such voting machines with fool proof paper ballots. Seize all big pharm executives down to local level assets. Void all mandates. Void all executive orders. Remove all regulations against small business. Ban the FDA, EPA and about all three letter government Stalinist departments that tell farmers what to grow, what to kill, what to teach, what bathroom to use and on and on.
And no, it’s not a cook book. It’s the Bible read again in the churches not strapped with an IRS. Another one of those three letter monsters gone.
Pathway home
Pathway home
Johnclarestokes
Day into day
Night into night
We wait for a sign
Perhaps today the sojourn
Perhaps today the arrival
A word from afar
A hope quite close
Are all the paths destroyed
Do all the watchmen sleep
Cold grows the land
Quiet goes the man
Florida Trail
Little Shoals tract
Suwannee
Nothing but net
Nothing but net
Johnclarestokes
it was an icy January...when the Angel came in spite...it was not good to part...leaving the ball in mid flight...but he said, it is time...who makes the last shot...you will soon find...is soon forgot...now lay you down.....the ice will soon thaw....with a swishing sound...in the fields of basketball.
To the memory of Pistol Pete Maravich
Jan 5,1988
Trick sun
Sun and Moon collusion
Johnclarestokes
The sun would rise and play tricks
upon us making one think he is the moon
and every time I’d say, way too soon
to rise in the fog so thick.
And eventually the clouds would reveal
the ruse, and the sun would glare
while at this faux moon I’d stare
Oh, every time the blind fool I’d feel!
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