By Faith, Not Sight

I tread where mortal eyes see naught

By faith, not sense, my steps are wrought

Though shadows stretch and tempests rise

Mine anchor holds beyond the skies

No fleeting sign nor worldly flame

Shall turn my heart or shake my frame

Led not by sight, but light within

A spark untouched by doubt or sin

Danse Haiku: Act XIV (Fruit Edition)

Scene 1

Oblong golden arc
Peeling speckles, ripe delight
Banana breakfast

Scene 2

Antioxidants

Collared with ruffled calyx

Blueberry basket

Scene 3

Ruby orbs on vine

Clustered full or pressed to juice

Red grapes in sunshine

Peacemakers’ Harvest

The wise sow seeds in peace and grace

With humble hands, they tend the place

Their hearts are pure, their speech is kind

No wrath or pride is left behind

Through gentleness, they shape the day

And guide the truth in quiet way

Where peace is sown on softened ground

There fruits of righteousness abound

Old Glory (Triolet)

On the Fourth, Old Glory flies high

Stars and stripes in radiant gleam

Igniting the vespers of July

On the Fourth, Old Glory flies high

Fireworks bright and spirits nigh

Where freedom's winds gently stream

On the Fourth, Old Glory flies high

Stars and stripes in radiant gleam

Happy 4th of July!

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Wellspring

Keep your heart, its course runs wide

Quiet rivers swell inside

Shield it well from rust and thorn

Let no cold wind leave it worn

For in that sacred, pulsing keep

Springs of hope begin to leap

Scenes From Laser Pink Floyd

 

The Reichert Planetarium

Saturday, June 28, 2025

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The Morning Sun

I fix my gaze on things above

On peace, on hope, on gentle love

No room for fear, no space for spite

I fill my mind with purest light

Chaos fades, its grip undone

Truth awakes the morning sun

Photos From The Avant Garden - 6/21/25

 

Avant Garden Poetry Amphitheater

Saturday, June 21, 2025

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Infinite Harmony: A Classical Guitar’s Soliloquy (Triolet)

Nylon strings sing under tender hand

The guitar rings with melodies pure

Music born of an enchanted land

Nylon strings sing under tender hand

Each chord, a flame to be gently fanned

Classical refrains that have endured

Nylon strings sing under tender hand

The guitar rings with melodies pure

From Humble Seeds, Majestic Trees

Welcome to a brighter page

Not born of bluster, free from rage

Kind actions unveil paths anew

Let every step be firm and true

Speak softly—not to brag, but share

Lift others up and tend with care

No prideful claims, no restless need

From humble seeds, majestic trees