School time in early autumn the playground is full but the out of bounds fields are more tempting. The field is more tempting and filled with burrs, but the apple tree proves irresistible We race to be kings on the age old tree by claiming the highest branches Power is kept with an arsenal of … Continue reading Midweek Poems – The Apple Tree
Midweek Poems – My relationship with a cookie
I look at this chocolate chip cookie and wonder...what’s inside. On the surface there is hard cookie with only a few chips of personality showing. What potential this cookie must have Look at all the delicious chips What’s inside must be incredible I know it’s there, but how to get at it. If I attack … Continue reading Midweek Poems – My relationship with a cookie
Midweek Poems – Don’t Fall in Love
Don’t Fall in Love The rain falls past my light post at night to land sadly on my white canvas shoes The sounds of Genesis emanate from my earphones to vibrate in my ears but fail miserably to change my mood. Person after person walks me by on there busy journey to nowhere significant She … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Don’t Fall in Love
Midweek Poems – “I Love my Baby, My Baby Don’t Love Me”… R. Johnson
We can sit and stare at each other for hours, but have nothing to say. We can walk happily hand in hand for miles, but she can’t make love to me. We can tell each other of feelings of love, but hers are stronger in the past and mine are in the present...and future. We … Continue reading Midweek Poems – “I Love my Baby, My Baby Don’t Love Me”… R. Johnson
Midweek Poems – When a Dally Dillies
When a dally dillies It’s quite uncommon for flowers to wilt, if the staring cow curls its tongue Too much, too soon even I need the limits of space and time unlimited the boat cuts through the blue Finally the clouds float over me in friendly waves Goodbye rational thought goodbye by M. Perron (Originally … Continue reading Midweek Poems – When a Dally Dillies
Midweek Poems – As I read this
I’m down With some contemporaries of mood. My favorite pessimists: Kurt Vonnegut, Rod McKuen. love of others, love of self: Intertwined and misdirected! I’m up! Only to the wish of clouds. by M. Perron (Originally written March 7, 1992) Notes: I fondly remember this period as one of great creativity. I was reading and writing … Continue reading Midweek Poems – As I read this
Midweek Poems – The Lay of Copernicus Wiffledown
Copernicus Wiffledown was well admired. For it seemed this well to do gent had a generous nature that never expired. Some even called him the Christmas day Scrooge, for his delight in giving was so lovingly huge... by M. Perron (Originally started July 3, 1990... remains incomplete... so far.) Notes: This was one of those … Continue reading Midweek Poems – The Lay of Copernicus Wiffledown
Midweek Poems – I knew a God
I knew a God ...Some river before I Was drawn to the rhythm As if to say it could happen The lark sang its first song. ...Some star before I Was drawn to the glitter No one stopped me from noticing The last and most colorful page. ...Some rose before I Was drawn to the … Continue reading Midweek Poems – I knew a God
Where the poem hides
The binding holds in The pages to be filled Like a sculptor I can believe The medium holds the art Study the lines and textures The surface is secretive Only impulse distracts The poem from the page by M. Perron (Originally written March 9th, 1992) Notes: I can't shake the feeling that there is another … Continue reading Where the poem hides
Life of a Smoke
I’m lying in the dark for what seems like forever. I know I exist, because I feel movement and solid mater surrounds me on all sides. Suddenly a light shines on me, I’m grabbed large soft things squeeze me too hard. In a single movement I’m transported between a pair of soft, warm surfaces that … Continue reading Life of a Smoke
The New Renaissance Mindset 