Daily Archives: May 15, 2017

PURSUE

Sometimes late at night while I’m pursuing a thought
about a story that I’ve kept corralled,
I think about you and all the love you brought.
I can think of nothing else when you’re on my mind,
So my story stays inside a fence,
and my erotic thoughts of you become something I find
beautiful, sensual, and wild.
I pursue you relentlessly throughout the night
but only within my dreams,
because you are elusive, slipping just out of sight
to a place where we are alone and eager to pursue
all the things we want to do.
Tomorrow, I’ll return to my story with new intent,
write another chapter embellished with our dreams.
All my stories begin and end with you.
My reality and my fantasy become a blend
and when I capture you I always win.
Let’s continue the chase
because I want to take you with wild abandon,
loving you totally.
Tomorrow, you can pursue me
but I won’t run.
May 15, 2017

COLLABORATION

(MEDICAL version)

So many people with numerous degrees,
Acknowledgements, honors and pedigrees,
Each contributing with all they do,
Unselfish and willing, just like you.
Climbing and wending their way to the top,
Gaining a life-long education that will never stop.
Research rewarded by new found cures,
Insatiable curiosity that will always endure.
All are determined to become the very best
At their own specialties, beyond the rest.
They work as teams though miles apart,
Connected by love, working heart to heart.
Not at the expense of others they’ve joined along the way,
Instead, locking arms and reaching above yesterday.
In unison they march, pushing barriers aside,
Creating new tomorrows, prejudices denied.
The future promises more to those that share,
Their resources combined offer superior care.
United they stand in all that they do,
Unselfish and willing, just like you.
Not just for the moment but for always,
Providing patients with longer and better days.
Many qualified specialists linked by their expertise,
Means patients are the winners in conquering disease.

May 13, 2017

I WRITE ANYWAY

I write to please myself and sometimes I express myself well. Writing is something I have to do to release memories or hang on to life’s treasured moments. I am a poet, but I also write short stories under my name or my pen name. I’ve published three paperbacks and I hope to have more on the shelf as soon as possible.
I’m retired and wearing out fast. That’s one reason for the rush. I have several blogs and part of my writings are on WordPress.com
My three books are Devils or Angels (the collection), Wag Your Tail, and Ramon’s World: Beyond the Edge of Reality. All are sold on Amazon and B & N.
I think everybody has one or more stories to tell and our words are informative and powerful. If you have a story, turn it loose and let it live.

May 15, 2017

A LAMB WITH GOLDEN FLEECE

A LAMB WITH GOLDEN FLEECE

And lo, I saw a lamb with golden fleece,
Asking for reason, pleading for peace.
I asked my friends, “What does this mean?”
No one could describe what they’d never seen.
The lamb’s eyes were bleeding, swollen and raw,
There must be danger in something she saw.
From the mountains came a man from the East,
With a fierce countenance, and the mark from the beast.
The man asked, “What would it take for a war to start?”
He saluted and said, “I’m ready to blow this world apart!”
I thought about that as I traveled towards the sun,
He was right. The world’s troubles have just begun.
It only takes one crazed leader to light the fuse.
He could be already well-known and all over the news.
The lamb was quiet and then she said,
“Why do you ignore me? Do you wish to be dead?
Three large countries are ready to expand,
Where will they get their new-found land?
Will they destroy the people who live there now?
Will you defend the weak and helpless somehow?
The rules of war say be cautious, you can’t use gas,
Or other weapons of destruction, the threats will pass.
But I know your hearts,” the lamb said sadly.
“Nuclear bombs will be used, and the war will end badly.”
I could see in her eyes how the war would unfold,
Countless men lying on the ground, lifeless and cold.
And the deaths will include mothers, daughters and sons,
No one will be safe until the carnage is done.
There is one final chance for the world to have peace.”
She walked into the sunset in a blaze of golden fleece.
But I heard her words of wisdom coming from high above,
I listened then and thought she said, “It’s all about love.
We must speak up now. Every person must have a voice.
It’s now or never. We have no other choice!”

I’m only a poet trying to make sense of what I see.
I’m not ready for Armageddon and I hope you agree,
We can learn to share the world; it’s not too small for me.
We can’t ignore it much longer unless it’s meant to be.
May 15, 2017