Tag: Journey

Words or Change

Words or Change

A poor writer
Making pennies
A nail biter
No reflection of my abilities

Easy to pick up coins
To buy a cup of coffee
Crouching through my groins
A simple activity

Between two fingers
Pinching the coinage
Showing my butt to admirers
Just wanting a beverage

But writing is hard
Taking much energy
Pick and discard
Much synergy

Creating rhyme
Or paragraphs
To make a dime
And a few laughs

It is the same pay
Picking up coins or writing
I am not eating from the buffet
PB and crackers is exciting

The life I have chosen
To entertain and savor
No riches or acclamation
But one I favor

International Readers

International Readers

I am an international writer
People from the globe
Making my life brighter
Let us seek and probe

India
Great Britain
Canada
Australia

Germany and the United States
Have read my poems or books
I have great global mates
All taking precious looks

At my travel journal
And my poems and novel
A sense of fraternal
Not submitting to grovel

These people have bought
And spent money to read
Something I have taught
Feelings I want to feed

I am humbled and proud
And enthusiastic and delighted
To entertain a crowd
For things I have copyrighted

There will be more
I modestly dare say
Not to annoy or bore
But to make someones day

Madrid

Madrid

I wandered Madrid
Enjoying the sights
Believing I am El Cid
A beloved Spanish knight

Fighting not for blood
But time
A tourist stud
Searching and seeking in rhyme

So much to see
For two days of travel
And I was free
At my pace to unravel

All of the great destinations
Sitting in courtyards and plazas
Sipping coffee on vacation
Recalling all Spains mighty causes

Fighting Muslims invaders
Discovering the new world
Subduing the English pirates and raiders
Surviving Fascism as it whirled

Spain had endured
From good times to bad
Unsecured to secured
Moving past the dictatorship fad

Reminding me of Don Quixote escapades
One of my favorite operas and books
He is fighting villains on his crusade
There is more going on than it looks

He is fighting a noble fight
To stay pure and true
A beacon of light
And a strong bond or glue

To the noblest of ideals
For all of the needy and depressed
You must hear his appeals
To be brave and pass the test

True to goodness
True to the humanity
True to the truth
True to God

Anything is possible
If you give it your best
Possible and best is compossible
With a holy quest

A holy quest for what is right
Maybe not popular
Pushing back the blight
As a holy swashbuckler

My mind ran through these thoughts
As I sat at Don Quixotes statue
And I was happy to bear the cross
And I remembered and knew

It should all be for God
The number one thing
And it is hard not to be a fraud
But you must cling to the King

No matter what
Or under any circumstance
You know it in your gut
Take a holy stance

For your friends and neighbors
For the born and unborn
God will reward your labors
And you will be reborn

Where Have I Been

Where have I been
I do not know
Not trying to be mean
Just not with the flow

I have avoided my website
For the whole year
Was it a fight
Or not very dear

I had things to say
Writing a new book
Posting on Facebook each day
I did not look

Living life
Chasing a sailboat
A potential new wife
I did not promote

Myself
And my blog
Left all on the shelf
I feel like a dog

Pure laziness
No motivation
Almost craziness
It has to be frustration

With no audience
Not finishing my novel
It is obvious
I did grovel

Not doing my best
Scared and afraid
I did not pass the test
Or make the grade

But it is time
To start a coup
I can make life rhyme
And start anew

Write my novel routinely
Post on the website weekly
Create a feeling of serenely
Using my voice uniquely

Make it a passion
Write to my heart is content
Do not stop or ration
So I have nothing to lament