Well, I am still capable of accessing the internet so I might as well run with it:

 

It has occurred to me that I haven’t paraded the Pugs around recently, so let us begin with a couple of gratuitous Pug pictures:

 

Here’s Jesse.

And here’s Skeeter.

 

Those two little dogs are so much fun to hang out with.

 

And now, a poem I wrote yesterday after being reminded by John the Squabbler, the curator and manager over at The White Lodge, of some of my favorite childhood poets; most especially Ogden Nash and Shel Silverstein. So, anyway, accept my apologies in advance, but I was connected with my ‘inner child’ when I wrote it, and it’s all John’s fault.

 

Yeah! That’s it! It’s John’s fault.

 

I am not me without you

 

In the changes there is stillness

In the emptiness is fullness

Away is near and there is here

And in everything there is real-ness

 

Climbing up equals going down

And learning becomes forgetting

I am not me without you, you see

And the wide world keeps spinning ‘round

 

Over and under crooked and straight

Plus and minus odd and even

In darkness is light, day becomes night

Arriving early you may still be too late

 

Tra-la-la-la and fiddle-dee-dee

I am not me without you, you see

It’s as simple as can be

 

 

 

peace, wayf

 

The Circle Comes Around

 

The sun skips lightly across greening grass

And the birds sing songs of rejoicing

Proof that the seasons never last

Found in the simple songs they’re voicing

And the green in the trees

The buzzing honey bees

Will soon fill the world with joyful summer

But this too shall pass

With the dying of the grass

As the earth will once again take to slumber

 

But for now the smiles on children’s faces

As they play their games in city parks

Will erase the lingering traces

Of days so recently cold and dark

Singing ‘let the sun shine’

The season so divine

The green on the hills and skies so blue

It’s only nature’s way

Brightness soon will fade

The circle comes around as circles do

 

 

peace, wayf

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 

These roads we walk that converge and meander away again

Will one day meet in a peaceful clearing, deep in the darkest wood

And we old friends, travelers on this journey- will laugh and sing

And tell tales of all our adventures and awesome discoveries

 

Take heart, my friends! Better days are coming

Better days are coming, indeed, you’ll see

And we’ll laugh and sing, and dance ‘round the fire

Take heart, take heart,

My gentle ones

My dear sojourners

Better days lay just ‘round the bend

 

And though these travels take us

Far from one another

It’s only a temporary delay

We’ll meet again with tales to tell

Take heart, take heart

And mark my words

Those better days are near

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 

Chances are I will be without internet access for an indefinite period of time beginning within the next few days due to some technical difficulties here at the Hovel. I thought I would just drop a quick note to let all my old and new friends know of my whereabouts if I suddenly drop off the screen for awhile.

 

Rest assured, I will be back.

 

peace, wayf

 

these words like spirits

dancing out in the ether

has anyone heard

 

lofty words often

can serve no concrete purpose

silence is golden

 

in a quiet room my mind seeks peace

 

my contemplations

manifest themselves in words

but to what real use

 

remaining silent

i watch the world around me

weary eyes form tears

 

compassion means ‘suffer together’

 

these words like spirits

dancing out in the ether

has anyone heard

 

peace, wayf

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

too many questions

dissolve into sophistry

i watch the river

 

 

 

 

peace, wayf