hey today's rainbow 

whatcha doin wid my soul

pop my mind back on

summer breeze the song

solstice no solstice
bright breezes intense sun now
gone the floods of stuff.

season changes

sunny sticky morn
summer went away today
cool breezy nighttime

august blues

sweat like pig split wood
hot august day rain coming
think cold dark winter

good ole solstice

more simple sweat day
small cucumber fruits come green
sun burnin too hard

van gogh almond blossoms

crumbling stems climbin
up the wall off the page live
into museum.

summer ending

one more sake day
sun burnin humid through clouds
pick crisp garden greens

summerdown

two prilosec day
hole burnin in the food tube
scary thought comes real

another newport scheme

august 04 newport
steve lucinda csn
one of those magical days
the f reaches the stage
and all is well with the nation
despite all outward affectations.

now
where is the time of the clime
to blast rhyme
into the line
daytime
grabbin cheap jars outta the bars
winding up with grinding heart and mind
throwin the stars outta the cars
going home with the sign of the time
the mind.

autumnal turnover comin

blind endless nitelite
tearin my heart right
yankin my bones left
searin to succeed
in night the fright
in life a wife
in time a clime

of sound and song
of rhyme and wrong
telling the long ancient graph of mankind
to go blind

watch the line fly towards sky
tell the time wonder why
end the line with a sign
and say goodbye

night before some full moon

the moon is what it wants to be
filling up and falling out
enchanting the mind
and stalling the time

tomorrow, a flower moon
and a penchant tune
later time
a darkening swoon.

one aiming towards
making the song
one sliding back
saving the long stormed grasp of history.

Robyn's Stone Turkey

copin pokin smokin
into the sky
wonderin where that rock bird
stole from the wampanoags
hustled up onto some Maine hilltop
was found
how and where the time was so
as to meet the hand of a digger.

A friend of a friend dies - HANGIN

people dyin
endless cryin
friends gone awry
wonderin why.

ponderous times
wandering lines
monstrous chimes
empty rhymes
of red and green

too lost roasted and toasted tonight
to think about the snowfall
let it all pile up outside
the nights a prancin with sparkle
the white out the window lightens up the sky
with the ancient cry
lighten up your try
let it fly
struggle down the line
totally out of time
eased into a pleasant time
with a song out of rhyme
a steady path to the plow
never wondering how
but to live and bow
to the aimless cow
sit around down on the firma
soak up the easy karma
nibble in the rest.
walk through a pleasant world
with eyes to the sky
never wonderin why.

mondo time

well I like to be able to sit here and write
in the pale moonlite
of my mind.

from Bobby Bridger the master wordsmith.

<<< "YES to the future, thanks to the past, belief in the present, and hope to the last" from my musical Aldebaran and the Falling Star, but it seems like a good quote for New Years Eve >>>

from Bobby Bridger the master wordsmith.

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and my take  ---

yesteryears grandson

delights to now and then
brightens up our little glen
with her timeless smile bringing in
tomorrow's guiles.

 

nine,nine,nine

ok ok you got me
I lit nine candles
nine teen years ago I had the privilege
of spending a blue moon in the grand canyon
beginning a month long visitation into the inner gorge
tonight the skies are blurry and I'm just pretending
with wax burning in nines.



Remembering the warmth of the River Walk on a Cinco de Mayo many years ago brightens evermore the candles burning here amidst my snowbound home ...

Well, snowbound not just a matter of transportation

but also mindset.

pete kennedy talks to ramona

bare lens of light suffers in to a dull december room
mass of humanity does its season of light festivus
blows away the dull darkness with
endless celebrations of repercussion
to blast brigthness into the dormant soul.

wintertime glee

converse of a summer wind, a cotton dress
a winter cold, the toasty wool
a blowin snow, the sparklin window