Wednesday, February 18, 2026

The Holey covering


 The holy covering 


The coldest nights of winter

We would huddle about the hearth

The roaring fire sparking out

Embers upon our patch work quilts


Rarely would one burn through

The many layered blanket

To drift off to a frozen dreaming

Who would stoke the fire awake?


It must have been one angry spark

That traveled up the chimney 

To settle in the chink of heart pine

For in no time we stood afar huddled


Our only covering the holed quilts 

All consuming save the brick culprit

Standing as a Joan of Arc immune

From the flames our lives taking.

Marie rouge


 Marie Rouge


In haste Ethel Marie applies her rouge

Not too thick just the right shade

For word came quickly 

A son of Earnest has made the grade

And to his graduation

We have been bade

Where all shall assemble to stand

And welcome him.

Lily


 Some sunny days bouquet boy stays home

No trips to see his friends in fields afar

Instead just he and calla lily alone

Fit for the finest porcelain rhodora jar.

High Cry


 High Cry

Johnclarestokes 


Famine comes, we call

manna in the mountain!

Sparrow impaled by claw

Osprey dives from high!


Earthworms in the soil

Levitation lurks far below

Man sweats in toil

Tornadoes lift and blow!


Tales long left untold

Wells their waters dried

The Wolf in the fold

One laughs, another cries!


High the fire wastes

Creation lifts to sing

New Jerusalem’s savory tastes

Cool waters from a King!


Upward, the streams flow strong,

New heaven and earth rushing on!

The upward stream!

Ushers the coming King!

In others some


 Is Others Some

John Clare Stokes


Some are given to dance

Some to romance

Some n’er take a chance

Some miss that glance


Others are given to artistry

Others to mystery

Others delve in history

Others lives quite blustery 


Is the moon but a metaphor

Is the pauper the richest 

Is the deepest ocean at the shore

Is the time all or is there more

The poetic strain


 In praise the poetic strain 


It will always be this way

As it's ordained to remain so

It's the eternal ordered flow

You cannot convince or sway


To erupt the arrangement set

The maker knows well His plan

Gives little heed to the cries of demons

Whom so know the One who sits


There is a silent ongoing tone

He has set in called hearts openly

To return the answer from eternity

Fill the one with a sweet longing


Given apart from incessant plea

Sadly many are not all concerned

For to dust they are bent to return

Not at all beyond the grave to see


Still we dwell among the tone dead

Our bend to open deaf ears 

Apply salve to eyes full of fears 

If per grace to life they are led


But alas we cannot do the deed

We hum and sway to distant songs

The eternal chord drawing us on

Gibberish foolishness so clearly read.

Generally


 As a general rule the blue coated male of the species is more flamboyant than the female. Generally, but not always.

Monday, February 16, 2026

Piet


 When ere I’d hear the name Mondrian 

I’d think of primary colors outlined in black

But then I found his flowers in the sun

And learned, artists are more than abstract. 


Piet Mondrian

Flowers Sun

1909

Imagine Paddling


 Imagine paddling

Johnclarestokes 


The secret to paddling

Is developing 

Not skill in sweeps

Or strength in strokes 

But suspension of destination

Drifting into imagination.


The Waccasassa River

site of the Wild Hog Canoe Race

Gulf Hammock

Pards


Lost in '64


Do you really want to become lost in old Florida? Once a year you have that opportunity at the Olustee Battle Re-enactment in Baker County at the Olustee State Park. While I have attended most of the 49 re-creations of the Confederate victory over Union forces intent upon bringing Florida under Federal control, for the past five years I have sought out a trio of North Carolina ruffians.

Usually I arrive as early as I can on Saturday and Sunday mornings, just when John Segale, Scott Baumgarner and John Chovis are putting eggs and sausage and other unknown additions into their frying pan. Donning DD beards long before they were the rave, these men annually transport me into the realm of 1864. But you must come early and take your time. If you are rushing about with the crowds trying to get a good seat at the battlefield, you will miss the real essence of being transported back.

This year(2014) the trio told of camping out at Gettysburg, when around dusk, with football field length openness on all sides of their camp, an officer comes walking down the hill, covered in soot, in search of three ladies.  "You seen three ladies in those hoop skirts?" the officer asks. They strike up a conversation and he says what company he is 'attached' to. Baumgarner, knowing his history, when he hears 'attached', knows that term used only back in the 1860's. When Segale wants to show him something from his tent, when he turns, the officer has disappeared. They described to the re-enactors of this officers regiment and not a man recognized him. They had spoken with one of the apparitions often seen at such events. I just enjoy standing on the perimeter of their camp, not being intrusive or interjecting my ignorance, learning from them. Seagle, the senior in the trio, runs a railroad museum in Cherryville, NC. He says too many Yankees are invading it lately. A gun collector, he said as a boy his daddy would set him on the hill from the still and if anyone approached, fire the double-barrel once, giving them time to break down the moonshine still.

They had a rough going this year getting to their camp, telling how they made a wrong turn down a wet Osceola Forest road and became stuck Friday evening. Scott hiked out, found a park service person who came with a wench and pulled them out.

"I may pull your vehicle apart", the ranger said. Chovis in his dry wit said, "Go ahead and pull her apart, I'll put her back together when we get out." Wonderful men, great humor balanced with a serious concern for the condition of our country 150 years later.

From left to right, posing with a history class from Orlando, John Segale, Scott Baumgarner and John Chovis.

I did not make this years battle getting over a stroke, and last year the trio weren’t in attendance. 2025.

Go take a leap


 Lovers take a leap


I grow so weary

of the lovers 

telling of their

Love for another


I sent a Valentines

to the former lover


I figured she could

Use some love you

Two have so much of


You won’t miss it

Falling


 In the night tossing

Turning upon the edge 

Catch me I'm falling

Falling toward the ledge


Waking to the floor

Who was that speaking 

 tossed wildly outdoor

The Camilla fading


Not your time, awake!

Who was that speaking

Another I shall take

Quiet as others weep