To those who like to wander their gardens while sipping a martini.
On a certain afternoon, while walking in my gardens
Listening to the birdsong from surrounding trees
Suddenly, I became curious and rather impatient
There was a message the birds continued to repeat
First there was a lone robin, and later on a crow
I could have sworn, they were both telling me something
Then, came a soft gentle tapping on my shoulder
I slowly turned around, and there was my dear wife
Quickly, she asked me why I hadn’t answered her
And why was I staring at her red rhodie bush
The birds, I told her, they’re trying to tell me some...
She said that I’d been in the hot sun much too long
Come in the house, she ordered, before the neighbors...
Before they become suspicious of my long stare
Inside, I went with her somewhat reluctantly
Thinking something wasn't exactly as it seemed
The birds? What was this game? Yes, too much sun indeed
© Copyrights G. Jones 2006
Author's Note: The In to the Weird Series
Saturday, June 2, 2012
I Am Indrid Cold
gnipeelS toN mA I
Beyond your sight, hearing, and smell
You will never touch or heed me
But, I certainly, do know you
I‘ve forever been here with thee
From the time ruled by the great cats
And the grand covering of ice
Forever beside you sleeping
I have eternally whispered
Beneath your semiconscious dreams
peelS regnoL oN naC uoY litnU
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Beyond your sight, hearing, and smell
You will never touch or heed me
But, I certainly, do know you
I‘ve forever been here with thee
From the time ruled by the great cats
And the grand covering of ice
Forever beside you sleeping
I have eternally whispered
Beneath your semiconscious dreams
peelS regnoL oN naC uoY litnU
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Friday, June 1, 2012
Trees
The trees are all whispering their ancient songs
Of the ancestors, as I gently glide below
Their umbrella canopy of assorted shades
Of green with a sundry of wooden spokes climbing
The pale brown leaves, silent beneath my soft steps
Medley of birdsong punctuate the raptor's scream
Chipmunks scuttle about, probing for seeds or bulbs
A Douglas squirrel emanates disgruntled barks
Within no time, I find the object of my trek
A surround of stones within a fairy circle
They outline a single gravesite, that of my own
Jade lilies of the valley grow within the square
Once, every spring, I return to this retreat
My invisible hands sweep at the aged rocks
Reclining nearby, remembering who I was
Smiling, at intended wisdom never gained
As eve approaches, I depart my special place
Slipping between the thick towers of life
Until I reach my place of eternal sweet sleep
To resume again at the cycle's new return
Within the sacred trees, I forever sleep
© Read more →Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Of the ancestors, as I gently glide below
Their umbrella canopy of assorted shades
Of green with a sundry of wooden spokes climbing
The pale brown leaves, silent beneath my soft steps
Medley of birdsong punctuate the raptor's scream
Chipmunks scuttle about, probing for seeds or bulbs
A Douglas squirrel emanates disgruntled barks
Within no time, I find the object of my trek
A surround of stones within a fairy circle
They outline a single gravesite, that of my own
Jade lilies of the valley grow within the square
Once, every spring, I return to this retreat
My invisible hands sweep at the aged rocks
Reclining nearby, remembering who I was
Smiling, at intended wisdom never gained
As eve approaches, I depart my special place
Slipping between the thick towers of life
Until I reach my place of eternal sweet sleep
To resume again at the cycle's new return
Within the sacred trees, I forever sleep
© Read more →Copyrights G. Jones 2008
The Dragon
There’s a faint odor of old money in the marine air
Petroleum, in all of its forms, forever present
One feels a sense of a moderately controlled frenzy
Like a young child’s ant farm with its busy inhabitants
You’re surrounded by towering units cooking the prize
Networks of piping and smoldering stacks, emitting steam
A fence enclosed, teeming land of coveralled citizens
All dedicated to the maintaining of steady flow
Always moving, from the smallest lorry, and the forklift
To the larger, heavily loaded, liquid tanker truck
The train, barge, and tanker ship, arriving and departing
Hauling precious product, to all points upon the planet
Yet, there is a strong sense of Mother Nature that pervades
Present, are assorted trees, shrubs, flowers, grasses, and weeds
All sorts of wildlife, deer, porcupines, rabbits, and raccoon
The birds, blue herons, seagulls, ravens, and turkey buzzards
Beneath a blue, cloud specked sky, lies this small peninsula
Surrounded by a pristine salt water of dark cold blue
All thrive within this creature, called an oil refinery
Tube feeding her, through miles of long silver pipeline, daily
All the while, she is guarded and religiously well kept
While being condemned, despised, and grossly misunderstood
By millions, whose very way of life, depends upon her
Such is the life of this flame spewing creature, the dragon
©Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Petroleum, in all of its forms, forever present
One feels a sense of a moderately controlled frenzy
Like a young child’s ant farm with its busy inhabitants
You’re surrounded by towering units cooking the prize
Networks of piping and smoldering stacks, emitting steam
A fence enclosed, teeming land of coveralled citizens
All dedicated to the maintaining of steady flow
Always moving, from the smallest lorry, and the forklift
To the larger, heavily loaded, liquid tanker truck
The train, barge, and tanker ship, arriving and departing
Hauling precious product, to all points upon the planet
Yet, there is a strong sense of Mother Nature that pervades
Present, are assorted trees, shrubs, flowers, grasses, and weeds
All sorts of wildlife, deer, porcupines, rabbits, and raccoon
The birds, blue herons, seagulls, ravens, and turkey buzzards
Beneath a blue, cloud specked sky, lies this small peninsula
Surrounded by a pristine salt water of dark cold blue
All thrive within this creature, called an oil refinery
Tube feeding her, through miles of long silver pipeline, daily
All the while, she is guarded and religiously well kept
While being condemned, despised, and grossly misunderstood
By millions, whose very way of life, depends upon her
Such is the life of this flame spewing creature, the dragon
©Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Winter Prayer
Cernuous, Green Man, the Horned One
Ensure abundance upon me
During this trying time of fear
The death of the God is coming
Provide for my dear family
Until the time of his rebirth
May the Goddess of the bright Moon
And of the life giving blue sea
Provide us mother’s sweet comfort
Until the warm Son does return
And your green face is evident
Far and wide in the reborn spring
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
During this trying time of fear
The death of the God is coming
Provide for my dear family
Until the time of his rebirth
May the Goddess of the bright Moon
And of the life giving blue sea
Provide us mother’s sweet comfort
Until the warm Son does return
And your green face is evident
Far and wide in the reborn spring
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Thursday, May 31, 2012
The Mask
We all have them
Brown-suited Indian
My
Pillowed refuge
To the
Unforgiving eyes
And the
Mynah Bird claws
Of
Earthbound peoples
© Copyrights G. Jones 2012
The Spiral
A gentlemanly stranger
Plays delicious treachery
Behind a deceiving laugh
Never the desire to love
Or take you seriously
He consumes your hot desire
Your hero finally here
Blinded by your white passion
You dive into the spiral
© Copyrights G. Jones 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
In the Crepuscular Half-light
In the crepuscular half-light
Our amaranthine trysting dreams
Are transformed to apodictic
Iridescent lyrical love
Tokens of rhapsodic tranquil
© Copyrights G. Jones 2012
Front Porch Boogie
Laughter, and the sound of rhythm and blues
Some front porch boogie, with my baby doll
Drinking the moon, from an ole Mason jar
Lovely hot, noonday sun upon our feet
Stutter rhythm dancing, her in my arms
Her head leaned back, and long dark hair swayin’
Lost in the music, as we slide along
On a wooden floor, with my barefoot gal
© Copyrights G. Jones 2012
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