Blog Archives

Starkly White

6/30/2017

I stare at the blank page
it stares back for free
who will win the contest
Starkly White or me

Starkly appears receptive
but he and I both know
what I place upon his surface
can die as well as grow

Sometimes I feel him mocking
taunting me to fail
"Go ahead" he says "I'm waiting
.. this ship is set to sail"

His Blankness is sometimes easy to love
often easy to hate
flaunting his greatest asset
the ability to wait

I scratch my head and continue to stare
thoughts raging through my brain
Starkly simply sits right there
driving me insane

Click click the keys respond
when I capitulate
and Starkly smiles that knowing grin
as Bill creates his fate ...

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Facker
June 30, 2017

10 Comments

The Librarian

6/25/2017

10 Comments

When I don't post pretty pictures
are my words enticing enough
can I give you a rush of emotion
without flowers and pets and stuff

Must there be visually rare apparitions
eye candy enticements galore
to strategically attract your attention
with writing a mere underscore

Please let me be the Librarian
wearing glasses and skirt below knee
that beauty of hidden enchantment
thinking men all long to see

May my writing draw you in deeply
as she does with come hither eyes
when glasses are slowly lowered
revealing exquisite prize

Within those perfect blue green pools
resides a world unknown
memories of dreams fulfilled
of purple skies we've flown

Never would I guess this joy
this camouflaged delight
hidden there before me
an unassuming sight

Had she thrown the glasses from her head
loosed her tightened hair
hiked her skirt above her knees
transfixed me with a stare

Would I still discover perfect pools
guarding secrets kept within
or be frozen by the photograph
sidetracked once again

Please let me be the Librarian
secrets contained in my words
glance at the photo shopped vixens
but enter and let me be heard

If you seek fulfillment in every way
I insist on being Contrarian
visions of life are not captured on film
they reside within the Librarian

Facker
June 25, 2017

10 Comments

Parisian Parrot

6/8/2017

4 Comments

In a million years I would never have expected to see a beautiful green parrot, perched for my viewing pleasure on an enormous cherry tree just outside the window, south of Versailles. In fact, had he not moved at the precise moment I glanced outside, I would not have seen him. His plumage was undetectable camouflage within the fruit laden tree. His colors were a perfect match, as was his size .. wings nearly duplicating the surrounding leaves.

I naturally assumed him to be an escapee, or possibly the unfortunate recipient of negligent caretakers .. those who not only chose to imprison him, but then cast him out to fend for himself when the situation no longer suited their wants or needs.

Whatever the circumstance of his appearance, he brightened my life for two full weeks as he enjoyed the sweet cherries which seemed to be ripening incrementally for his dining pleasure. He was joined one day by another with exactly the same coloring and size. I don't know if they were brother and sister, brother and brother, sister and sister, or two fortunate lovers who had c0me together in the most unlikely of places .. but it was a beautiful sight to this voyeur.

It was the month of May. Temperatures were perfectly warm. Temperatures were parrot friendly. I began to wonder about the past few months, or the coming winter months following this period of parrot compatible weather. What would become of this beautiful creature? Would he be capable of surviving the cold? Would he seek shelter and compassion from the surrounding multitude of human inhabitants .. would they respond?

For two weeks I looked forward to the presence of the friendly flying apparition outside that window. For two weeks he and I gazed into one another's eyes as he feasted just feet from me. For two weeks I contemplated his future .. his past. Here he was, obviously in a strange place .. in an environment which may or may not be friendly to him. For two weeks he added something new to my life experience .. a gift I was fortunate to receive .. a break from the normal experience I've enjoyed for the last thirty years visiting France. For two weeks he enhanced that place and provided me new insight. He gave to me, simply by his presence, by his uniqueness .. his difference.

Today, just a couple of weeks later, I realized why that fantastic bird appeared outside my window. He was a gift. He was the catalyst and further inspiration for my personal growth ... for my necessary understanding and acceptance of all men, women, and children. He was a teacher to this man .. gifting me with the message of compassion for all humanity. Today I understand what the beautiful soul outside my window represented. I happily recognize and name him ...

"Immigrant"

... and I wish him sustenance and love

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Facker
June 10, 2017

4 Comments

Simple Man

6/1/2017

10 Comments

I'm a simple man
I watch the flowers grow
the brilliant sunset splendor
pure mountain waters flow

I'm a simple man
a bird song pleases me
the joy of newborn animals
a precious sight to see

I'm a simple man
watching children play
splashing in the waters
of oceans clear .. today

Please, please tell me
tell this simple man
what is more important
than life .. if you can

Is wealth so damned enriching
that breathing can't compare
I beg you, as a simple man,
hear your heart .. save our air

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Facker
June 1, 2017

10 Comments

Starkly White

The Librarian

Parisian Parrot

Simple Man

Welcome ! ​

Archives

Welcome !