My Poems Blog
The Journey of Life
A shadow of substance
This fear, this doubt
Causing us to linger
Within and without
Without the strength
To reflect within
And failing to try
We fail to begin
Thru the Wood I Walk
Through the wood I walk;
Being careful not
To hit the trees;
If you please.
Through the wood I walk.
Tribal Christmas
Seems to be a manly thing
This tending to procrastinate
To wait and wait until too late
Always seems to be my fate
Ties that Bind
Blessed be the ties that bind
Hands of criminals behind.
The ones who prayed with boys as toys
For their own private use.
Sinister
Left handedness
Will not write
These words
That you hold dear,
For right to left
The words appear.
And ink not being
Hard to smear
Treason
Treason’s reason in that season Headsman’s axe to take whacks. R K Olson ©1987
Be Home Early
Phone call comes“Be home early”.Dishes in sink.I flinch. I scurry. Scraped and rinsed,The washers loaded.Counters cleaned.Won’t be scolded. Pleased she beon walking in;Cause she won’t seeThe mess it’s been. R K Olson ©2010
Always Dancing
In an empty roomHer body moves toThe silent music,Compelled toTouch the intangible.And every tone, tempo, and beatIs born to a higher dimension. Ray Olson ©2010
PONZI
There's something to the saying,“It's too good to be true”.Listen up listen well A lesson for me and you This story you all know by now, And surely I digress. People came from everywhere With money to invest. High interest rates we would get. We knew he was the...