Black or white

 "Shades Of Gray"

When the world and I were young

Just yesterday

Life was such a simple game

A child could play

It was easy then to tell right from wrong

Easy then to tell weak from strong

When a man should stand and fight

Or just go along

But today there is no day or night

Today there is no dark or light

Today there is no black or white

Only shades of gray

I remember when the answers seemed so clear

We had never lived with doubt or tasted fear

It was easy then to tell truth from lies

Selling out from compromise

Who to love and who to hate

The foolish from the wise

But today there is no day or night

Today there is no dark or light

Today there is no black or white

Only shades of gray

[Instrumental interlude]

It was easy then to know what was fair

When to keep and when to share

How much to protect your heart

And how much to care

But today there is no day or night

Today there is no dark or light

Today there is no black or white

Only shades of gray

Only shades of gray

The Monkees. One of my favorite songs from them. 

Uh huh

 Old men shall dream dreams

I used to ride up and down US90 all day shuttling vehicles. One of my young co- workers is forever going on about cars, especially Challengers with scat packs, whatever that is. I just give a nice uh huh.

Today was payback. We followed closely the vehicle with the Specialized and Pinarello Prince bicycles. This time it gave me great pleasure telling him of how grand the Prince is with the carbon fiber and Shimano gears. He didn’t have a clue for once. He gave me a nice uh huh.

Shade

 It was not the complaint of the ant that the plant grew in the asphalt for if not for the plant there would have been no shade for the ant.

Post

 Post processing

Was it deliberate or 

Was it accident?

Often it’s the mistakes

That we take

And bend into keeps

Canna

 Canna Cut

Nikon D3100 with 35mm 1.8 DX AF-S, 200@f2,ISO400,Manual WB,Shutter Priority. Handheld. Monochrome. Post process Infrared.

Closing in

 "Closing In"

Anne Morrow Lindbergh 

Just room for me to squeeze between

  The lowered ceiling and divide,

Just power enough to make the ridge

  And, panting, gain the other side;

Just light enough to see my field

  And in the shadows kiss the grass;

Just strength, just heart, just time enough,

  For me, the tardy one, to pass.

O hill, O strip of clearing sky,

  Hold up the bars till I get by!

O lovely day--forgive my sin,

  One breath of light will let me in!

Set the watch

 Set the watch

john Clare stokes

Set the watch

Double the chain

Post the guard

Around the clock

In the night

Stoke the flame

Keep the watch

Unto the dawn

Comes the time

To steal away

To free the fallen

Angels ever lurk

Awaiting the weight

Of fallen lids

Dashing in

Breaking chains

Opening the cells

Telling the fallen

Quickly rise

Set the watch

Double the chain

Angels once came

The weight of glory

Mere wind to them

Rushing in

Freeing

The fallen ones

It just may happen

Upon our watch.

Hug

 HuG 

All she asked for was a hug

It never came

On poles they posted her mug

Last seen heading east

In the rain

Fellow poet

 Seldom do I happen upon a fellow poet. She came as my last stop in the day. I tarried long beyond the allotted time.

I find

 I find my time 

is spent upon the

meaner themes

of penury 

poverty and plenty

on vocabulary 

void of the language 

that would define the

yearning inside

I read the Auden

with the Emily

and wonder how they

discovered the dialect 

even the lowest flower spoke.

Spiderwort

 and on that creation morning

When in the garden naming

Came the spider and sat upon the purple wort

and the woman given was so 

startled

the name just kinda stuck.

Gerald

 Pappa Gerald  

 by john clare

 

  Mayor of wonderful Williston 

 No finer they come  

Sunday school teacher 

 Bronson  First Baptist believer 

 Fisher fine on Orange Lake 

 Always the limit he takes 

 Best you ever saw 

 Fireman always on call 

 Cooks the finest brisque 

 You try it first he insists 

 Patient with a house full of sisters on meds 

 Mostly piddles in the man shed  

 Loves the grand kids all  

 Even from jails when they call 

 Pappa the keeper of the fire 

 Pappa the quencher of fires 

 Pappa the lover of fire  

Williston the loser if he ever

 retires....