Sunday, September 25, 2016



Fifty paces I took 
from the days
beginning

A running brook
lies at my feet
Cleansing, scrapping
belief in  
life's purpose

Short waterfalls
give voice to the 
stones impeding
yet directing this 
days flow




Since I have not written in a while I will post this one my
oldest daughter wrote 2 yrs. ago
Kimberly Anne
A leaf floats on a breeze
Twisting, turning, gliding
Through the air
Tangled by a snare
Patiently waiting
another breeze
Twisting, turning, gliding
Through the air
Free as can be
The breeze chooses
Which way to go
Snared again
Content swaying
The breeze is too strong
It can't hold on
Twisting, turning, gliding
Through the air
Where will it land next?

~KAM 2-20-14
If I were God
And you asked
 
Why did you create mankind?
For beauty and one species to
look and seek beyond its
existence
 
Why create night and day?
To see beauty in the light and to
search for it in the darkness.
 
 
 Why is there pestilence?
To understand irritation.
 
 
 Why is there hate?
To learn and understand love.
 
 
Why is there pain?
To understand comfort.
 
 
Why is there war?
To understand peace.
 
 
Why is there famine?
To understand hunger.
 
 
  Why is there sickness?
To understand healing.
 
 
 Why did you create male and female?
To understand union.
 
 
 Then God said
Yes I am the Alpha. I was there when
the light of a neutrino of understanding came into being.
It was and is good
 
 
Your sciences can break down items into its tiniest forms
but does not understand the reasoning for
 true bonding.
 
 
Humans with their higher brain capacity always seek
an understanding through justification.
When there is no justification, in many forms, in all
cultures I am called upon.
 
 
I did not create these things as you
understand creation, you did.
I was and I am as you make me
I always was and always will be
the creator and creation.
 
 
I am the understanding that lies within
all things
I brought light to the unseeing mind.
Since then in seeking the why of
the light, humans have distorted on top
of distortion.
In doing so human life has become
a musical composition. all encompassing of every thing
that makes a life a thing of beauty.
 
 
 
Where there was darkness I gave light
and from there let mankind run with it.

 
When you begin to understand opposites,
you will begin to understand me.
 
 
You did not ask, but I will say,
I created life. In doing so I also
created death.
 
 
To truly understand the beauty of life,
there has to be an ending of life.
 
 
In each and everything living thing in
the universe there is a piece of me.
That piece is your light, your soul.
 
 
From the beginning of understanding,
I have influenced mankind
to keep seeking and understanding.

 
I created mankind’s free will
Mankind created the four horsemen,
and the original sins.
 
 
Mankind must have the darkness
to understand the light
 
 
My last question.
Is this composition done?
 
 
For now until we
talk again.

 
ccd
Sept. 2016


Wednesday, July 6, 2016

I know I have not posted much in the past year. My mind is still out in never never land. However in Feb. I wrote a poem and submitted it to http://www.poetryfoundation.org/ for possible publishing in their magazine.
I just received my first rejection email. (It take 6 months to process). Is ok I found some mistakes I missed and then reworded it. Their rules state it has to be an unpublished poem. Every thing else I have written is published here so they are unacceptable. Today I am posting the submitted poem.
My eye is distracting but I can still read. The little floaters and cloudiness just break up the flow of the story...sigh... Enjoy the poem.
 
 
Power of the Story…Lost
 
Through the years by way of written
word…
Truth of history, fiction of science,
and mystery,
all have cast their images of
wisdom and beauty
upon my mind
 
Sadly….
The years of toil lays its
burden upon my body…
Eyes fail even the clarity of glass
and screen used upon the written page
 
Gone is the beauty in the
currents flowing from images
soaring to the heights of eagles, or
falling drenched in the roar of a
maelstrom careening through
canyon walls, of my mind’s
eye
 
I find no beauty in the
narration of prose that drones upon
the ears with the incessant hiss
of a whisk upon a drum
that lulls me to the
drowsiness of inattention.
 
The power of the story is
lost when, through these
 fog shrouded eyes,
 I can no longer
read the images into my mind
ccd
Feb 2015

 


Monday, April 4, 2016

 
With all the turmoil going on in Europe with the immigrants and the election campaigning in the US, I wrote a little political statement in poem form. I think you can relate. 
 
 
Mosquito

From where the mountain
stretches to bathe
in the sea…
 
Blown and stranded
a mosquito clings to a leaf…
 
Adrift after the tempest,
alone, always alone
 
The mosquito can no easier
attain the white peaked  mountain's
summit than it can
attain the resting Titanic…
Unless..
 
Unbidden, carried within
the cloth of those that can,
the mosquito loiters
in hiding,
waiting to bloat itself
sucking at other’s life blood…
 
Still at sea, between,
riding the swells
with no ambition
the mosquito waits
 ccd
March 2015


Wednesday, January 27, 2016

 
 
We as humans are always in a hurry. It is to easy just to get in the car and drive 1/4 mile to the store for a piece of candy or a bag of chips. We miss too much in our haste.
The Bane of My Existence
 I missed it
That one thing years ago
or
was it just this morning?
I can not remember what it was
or when or where
 it happened
I try to remember…
Was it the child at play
building sandcastle dreams
in the front yard sand box?
 
Or,
was it the car being packed for
the child's first trip to
college?
It may have been the hawk
sitting upon the
neighbors fence awaiting
dinner
 
Was it the rainbow that
touched the farmers field
at the scarecrows feet?
  
These are but a few things
I may have missed
as I sped past,
going no where fast,
upon the blacktop,
in my car…
The bane of my existence
 
I think I shall walk more
 ccd 01-27-16