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Poetry. My opportunity to share thoughts and feeling in a compressed and sometimes fun manner when writing about life and my experiences on this amazing blue planet. 


The Tree of Life

At the earth's surface,

In the lower levels

Of its life enveloping atmosphere,

I am walking on lives and deaths,

And the buried feet of trees.


Recognition is there as we exchange gasses,

And eventually we will exchange places,

The worms helping the transformation,

And then at last

I'll be a 'shade taller' !

Nature's Ecstasy

First I read about it,

Then I talked about it

And sought it;

So where in the world,

Did I finally experience it?


That spiritual soaring,

That comes from going out beyond the bounds,

Of physical essences, limits and reminders.

The euphoria of peak experience,

Of being at your most 'aliveness',

And one with the universe.


Moving across moonlit midnight beaches,

Running flat out in the heavy sea mist,

Skipping, bouncing, laughing,

With eyes closed and arms outstretched,

The cool rivulets of moisture running down face and body,

Flying careless, placeless, limitless.

The Timeless Tugging of Tidal Ecstasy.


Clinging to the tops of tall mountains,

Rasping for life's breath in the cold thin air,

While looking down on an oddly diminished world,

A silent planet of patterned rich colors,

With expansive, clear, far away horizons,

A place that seems neither Heaven nor quite Earth.

The Heavenly High of the Mountain Ecstasy.


Wandering along on deserts dominated

By endless days of wavering heat waves,

And nights made bright by unwavering starlight.

A land that seldom asks or gives,

Without great effort or pain,

And unforgiving and unforgettable honesty.

The Desolate Drama of the Desert Ecstasy.


Drawn into equatorial jungle mysteries of green,

A sense of being lost in

Hidden worlds of exotic animals and plants.

Evoking primeval wonder, fear, and curiosity,

Twisting through the moving / living landscape,

Stimulated by the intoxicating odors of life and death.

The Green Garden of the Eden Ecstasy.


Diving the pristine emerald waters of a tropical sea,

Moving in a truly three dimensional world like a high soaring Eagle,

Over the brilliant colored reefs and fishes.

Feeling drawn down by the deeper blue depths,

As I watch shafts of sunlight flash past me

To the unseen bottom of this wet universe.

The Weightless World of Water Ecstasy


Freedom to experience

A simple field of green to roll in,

A rosette sunset to be absorbed in,

A rainbow to see a dream in,

And you too can give in,

To Nature's Ecstasy.



There are many sounds of Nature's hand,

But of the many there is one grand

Sound that awakens and pacifies man,

The sound of the seas when they meet land.


That white foaming surge of power,

Rolling and thundering hour after hour,

Oh how often man cowered,

When he looked up to see a wave tower.


SURF! Fling your spray on high!

Sting my skin and mist my eye!

You are the call of the sea and cry

To reclaim my physical essence when I die.


For through this white flecked gate of the sea,

Has emerged the terrestrials and humanity,

To this day through our veins runs its salinity,

And the voice of the surf is there to remind me.



Hardly a more perfect design,

Could Mother Nature had in mind,

Than this colorful and versatile creature,

With many an adapted feature

Of the most successful kind.

Some arboreal snakes can glide - fly,

While others gracefully swim on by,

And there are those that burrow underground,

But all traverse any difficult terrain around,

Or twine through bush and tree on high.

Across the eye is a protective lens,

And when they change clothes they shed their skins,

No waste in eating - the meal they take whole,

And go long periods when they are full,

Before they have to eat again.

The snake is man's partner and friend,

For controlling the planet's worse vermin,

Because they like to eat all those pests,

Like rats, mice, insects and the rest,

So understand snakes and appreciate them!

               Successful Species?


Who says we are a successful species,

Must be some idiot's half baked thesis,

We all know that what is very adaptable,

Is going to make it in the long pull.


Like roaches and sharks have been around,

A lot longer than man has been found,

In traces of ancient biology,

In the forests, deserts, and mighty sea.


Is man too delicate a one,

To meet the challenges yet to come,

Of contamination and pollution,

For which the authorities have no solution?


Yes King Rat may reign on yet,

And the roach and shark don't forget,

Nature gives them successful adaptation,

While we give ourselves lethal radiation.


It is beauty and death,

And life with icy breath,

A white blanket settled on earth,

A season of pause before rebirth.


It is natural to some latitudes,

Expected and accepted by some attitudes,

Which shows the diversity of nature,

To have a place for every type of creature.


Snow? I love it tremendously,

But to go to it - not it to me!

God placed humans in Eden, a paradise,

Not in a seasonal land of snow and ice!


So for fun I’ll go play in the snow,

But a life encumbered by it? No!

To some hell is an eternal fire of legend old,

But for me it is an image of eternal cold!


Color the world with people,

And people the world with color,

But why do some want to change their shade,

To match that of those they do not call brother?


What they need is a new lotion,

To change the notion of what they need,

For real equality among everyone,

And the colors and minds will be freed!

                    The  Seekers


Long ago upon the village path came,

A stranger seeking his fortune and fame.

He stopped to ask an old man along the way,

What he would find in the village that day.


Asked the old man, “what are they like where you are from?”

Replied the stranger, “industrious, hospitable and fun!”

“These you will encounter here too,” replied the sage,

“Apply yourself and you will do well I wage.”


On that same day upon the village came

Another stranger seeking his fortune and fame.

He demanded of the old man along the way, 

What types would he find during his stay.


Asked the old man, “what are they like where you are from?”

Replied the stranger, “they are liars, thieves, and quick with a gun!”

“These you will encounter here too,” said the sage,

“For wherever we go - we set our own stage.”







      Passage  of  Youth


Oh that flower of days gone by,

How simple life was - a natural high,

Days of laughter passing nigh,

Through a metamorphosis - like a butterfly.


Experiences and wisdom have enriched me,

And now I’m happy using less energy,

So why does the world worship thee?

Life really begins at fifty.


I’m older now - not ready to rust,

Maturity has given me depth - left out the fuss,

I’ll leave youth behind - as I must,

And will appreciate life at fifty I trust.



(special note - I wrote this 35 years ago!)

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