sun now goes to bed,
sky shows pretty shades of pink,
a sight to behold.
I like predictable tv shows
Colombo always followed the perpetrator
In Death in Paradise the inspectors solve every case
Someone on the stand confesses in every Perry Mason episode
Harvey Korman always falls on his butt on the Carol Burnett Show
No matter who the Equalizer is, he or she fixes everything for a good guy
John Wayne always beat the bad guys in every movie
Until The Cowboys when he was murdered by Bruce Dern
I never liked Bruce Dern after that
And I never watched another John Wayne movie
I like predictable movies too
Before suns were born
I lay in void of darkness
worlds slept in my veil
then light fired from a word's mouth
I was driven to the edge
now I walk behind
following you like a dog
fugitive from light
I compile dark thoughts in shade
knowing you won't look my way.
I am what light shuns
what the stars can never burn
what sticks onto you
when you embrace me at night
to dream our dark thoughts alone
ROSE-COLORED GLASSES
“When you think about a show that you used to watch as a kid or as a teenager, you look at it through sort of rose-colored glasses…”Jordana Brewster
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In memory’s soft glow,
the TV screen flickers alive,
time stretches like taffy,
the theme song lingers, a melody
transporting me through the portal of childhood.
The laughter of a cartoon,
the adventure of a western,
the wisdom of a sitcom,
a sprinkle of magic dust,
and suddenly, the mundane was extraordinary.
In the sepia tones of nostalgia,
I find a bittersweet truth:
the rose-colored glasses
tint the past with warmth,
softening the edges of reality.
those moments, though fleeting,
are the roots of who I am,
the laughter still lingers,
and the magic?
It lives on, like a rerun.
mysteries are all over the internet
these stories have been popular for decades
I rarely watch a mystery show twice
I never read a mystery novel a second time
after knowing who did it and how they did it, what would be the point?
headstrong Bogong moths
find their mountains far away ~
star gazing gurus
presence
seems as lost
as conditioning
captures the child~
conditioning may
initiate a search
of futility to find
what is not lost
until the search
shows up empty
and already
presence
On the tv show Perry Mason
The guilty admit their wrongdoing right away
By the end of the show at least
They apologize and show remorse
This show was popular in the fifties
A time when people expected others to do the right thing
On today’s detective or murder shows
The accused person who is caught by DNA denies it
Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies
Shows no remorse
Does not apologize
Takes no responsibility
I liked the guilty on Perry Mason much better.
Written By: D. Collins 2/8/25
God shows me favor in so many, many ways.
He lets me atone for my life back in the days.
He allowed me to become one of His favorite sons.
He gave me "Meika" who stands second to none.
He gives me the strength to take down my foes.
And, gives me knowledge to stay on my toes.
If God has favor in somebody like me.
I'm down with Him through all eternity.
Day One... Chapter Two... of
Political turmoil throughout the land.
Where Felonious Trump takes to his throne,
Right along with the rest of his MAGA band.
It's still hard to believe for some,
That millions of Americans voted him in.
As if the first time wasn't enough,
So his convictions can start again.
Yet for millions of others there's
Only fear, that guides the countries way.
Since the art of his deals knows few brush-
Strokes, just finger-painting to play.
With bullying and intimidation as the favorite
Colors, the divide will surely only grow.
Such that the wealthy will prosper and
Concentrate, while the poor can only slow.
The next four years, for some will be dramatic,
While many others will feel only despair.
Because the scales of righteousness are unbalanced,
And the moral compass spins wildly in the air.
My greatest wish is that I am wrong in this preview,
And I can continue to easily laugh and sing.
But this history has taught a lesson to be skeptical,
From a man who sees himself ... as a King.
All empty streets are paved with sleet,
it's not cold enough for a snowfall;
the cheek-boned guy is seeking a place to sleep,
he has found shelter in a warm corner down the hall!
We expect some heavy snow, don't be caught cold;
power outrage is a possibility, buy candles
and stack up on food and check on friends;
mental health improves: if communication is good!
I spot the hot dog vendor with frozen face and eyes,
his steaming breath is a volcano fuming; he challenges
the brutal weather by rubbing his gloveless fingers;
he curses it aloud: who thinks is mad when he yells?
Wild kids run by the hot dog stand and poke fun at him
saying, " Santa is another fat grinch, he offers nothing! "
" My two children are hungry! " He chases after them;
I hand him a twenty dollars bill: he can't stop smiling!
Inspired by the YouTube’s videos
I watch the aging actors’ faces
Part of my youth, of there and then
The ruthless time erases traces
To waypoint stops, us younger when
So pensive, humbling and revealing
The glory past and fame archived
Age catches up, ain’t no concealing
And none of it can be revived
Those shows - naïve, addicting, funny
Or maybe serious and sad
The days one hasn’t had much money
Yet better-looking, girl or lad
The stunning beauties, macho fellas
They shined so brightly on the screens
We watched them, feeling slightly jealous
Uncrowned princes, lords and queens
Time has no mercy, twisting faces
And gruesome copies all is left
It slowly goes through the paces
Keeps us uneasy and bereft
Why do the actors age so oddly?
Me? I’m the same as ever been
To perish thought, dismissing broadly
The glaring truth, which isn’t sin
We gaze, but what’s the image here?
Not them. It’s us, the way we were
If you’re a woman – shed a tear
If you’re a man – go feel a stir
November 2, 2024
A sparrow flew across a low sun
its speeding shadow covered the world
I once saw a crow open its beak
to swallow the moon
watched from the top of a mountain
an eagle fly under a clear blue lake
or glimpsed a raging river
tumble through a raindrop
Light tricks
yet also shows us
the potential size of sparrow bones
If everything weren't roses
gliding on a lonely lagoon
and eyes stared at skies ever blue:
you wouldn't show your enthusiasm too soon;
if nobody played strange games
to hurt the other, you wouldn't hang on a clue!
Let the waves carry you to the ocean,
turn back if only you heed some danger;
I've saved from storms, got no appreciation,
not even a hug for my sacrifice in high water!
No, you wouldn't show your enthusiasm too soon,
it'll make all the sand castles fall on white dunes;
nothing can be saved, they are fragile balloons
that drift past bright clouds on a high noon!
Why rush into something, run fast and fall?
Wait for a sign that, make sure it won't harm;
I've taken chances, broke rules and lost all:
even passion is fading, so is your charm!
No, you wouldn't show your enthusiasm too soon
and not wait for my answer should I disagree;
slow down a bit, consider feelings to a degree:
to make mistake is a normal thing for a buffoon!
What we wish for is clear skies and stillness,
our glances follow the flight of a thousand eagles;
they go far to disappear into the vast universe:
will we follow them or chase something else?
Yellow butterfly wanted to show his patriotic side
So he had a tattoo put on with red and white stripes so wide
I need my dots painted blue too, please make it snappy
It was not the right blue, but it was close, and made him happy
He flew around the parade on the 4th of July feeling amazingly smart
Some of the veterans cheered him and said “You have a lot of heart!”
He liked his new colors so much, he kept them the rest of his life.
They made him dazzle, and helped him get a beautiful wife.
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