Anton’s Ave
A small “musaic” exercise: “O come all ye Faithful” in the expression of Anton Bruckner’s opening motif from his Symphony No. 4 (the soundfonts aren’t super great, but that’s my budget)
Penny for your thoughts…
A poor man might value a penny for how much it’s worth; and a rich man might value a penny for it’s worth.
The call of the wild
The call of the wild isn’t a beckon; it is the song in the heart of one who already knows the way home.
David (Eulogy)
(Eulogy – written 2020) Of all the countries in all the worldOf all earth’s kindred ever sownOf all the souls God ever pearledThis living stone in our hearts is known. Hallelujahs came oft to his voiceGlories to God were poised on his lipsFrom unabashed joy from that perfect choiceOf Faith in Jesus Christ which none …
A little time
(mostly written in 2002, completed in 2019) A little time with you before I have to goto show you one last time before they lay me low.How you have made me see,how much you mean to me,how you have always been,my life. I see my early days playing those silly gamesyou flash before my eyes …
When I think of Jeannie
(written August 2018 for Jeannie’s 40th birthday) (inside jokes abound. Also not based on that 1960’s TV show) When I think of Jeannie, I think of someone who screams while swimming in glacial streams,one who’s laughter and pity to others brings, when running around as she sings,crashing into impossible things, like little sidewalks amid wide greens. …
Change
(written 2007) A weary outcast looks for rest from the long race to belong,And a lonely mute seeks to hold the warm hand of a song,A wandering crowd looks in vain for a companion glance,And Luck appears to be lost, searching for another chance. Knowing where they’ve been, they’re not afraid of fear,save that the …
Simplicity
(written 2006) Having sojourned a little among the thoughts and stories of individuals, I find myself studying with some semblance of seriousness the inner workings of the pathos contained within complex beings, who, at the end of a day’s pilgrimage of goals, longs only for that unqualified but priceless value which no standard of credential …
Fallen Pebbles
(to be read with a Mark Twain-esque accent)(written spontaneously 2006) Walking along life’s road one day, I saw with southern eyes, the pebbles upon the path ahead that had fallen from the crags above. And from those pebbles I divined a thought which I entrusted to myself, to keep, with no little sincerity, in the …
Stoop
(written 2005) Stoop but do not pity,when you offer your hand.Be an angel in this city,like a diamond in the sand. Stoop but do not fallwhen your hand is takenthe pull will not be smallin those that were forsaken. Stoop but do not kneelfor someone needs to standto stand and yet revealthe will to understand. …
Brain Fart 5.0
(written 2003) Kick my brain in the britchespoke it till it itcheshumor it to stitchesentice it with richesscare it with witchestoss it in ditcheswhip it with switchespoint out it’s glitchesbut watch out when it twitches. Yes ladies and (presumably) gentlemen, for your pleasuuurre, for your entertainment, for your utter indifference, I give you Brain Fart …
Beneath the fallen snow
(written 2005) Inquiring minds want to knowWhat lies beneath the fallen snow.Not just heavy hearts or happy smiles,Or cold footprints filling empty miles,Or tight stretched hopes and worn out dreams,Or frayed loose ends and breaking seams.But under a winter’s warm comfortIs a peaceful timeless summer resort.A place to escape inquiring minds,where you can just go …
Zephyr
(written 2004) Zephyrus touches of autumn caress this dwindling August land,and her old refrains ring down the lanes of a long lost lovely strand.Colored leaves adorn the trees and fall with flickering soundswhile birds descry the parting tide and make their duskly rounds. Tears are what her cold wind brings, yet warm are the falling …
Doze
(written 2004) Waking, I stretch. Shaking, I tighten.The ropes and bolts of my body twist.My toes curl, my limbs extend,the loose knots in the sheets harden,and my fresh frame tests it’s tensil.I then relax, lay back and go to sleep,just to do it all over again. -JHJ
Silver Linings
(written 2003) Times ago and in warm nights aboveI remember the soft cooings of the dovesand times beyond tender nights aheadI have rested so restless upon my bed.Time and time, and again and againI have wandered alone the empty lanethe loose gray gravel softly crying out”Cease and desist thy sad footsteps of doubt.” Times ago …