Home     Page 1      Page 2      Page 4   Page 5
 

Poetry Poems Verse Three phase 2
All writings this page © Dale wicks
(directory at bottom of page)

Steve
(the crocodile hunter)

you came on the scene
like no one before
a modern day myth
destined for folklore
This love affair
between man and beast
was a wondrous thing
a visual feast
you did my heart good
to the world were a sign
life can be lived joyously
just see how Steve's shined

In Loving Memory
 

Sign and Wonder

I looked out for signs
externally for wonders.
Twas my outward view
that led to many blunders.

What I'm perceiving on the out
is a reflection of what is in.
To dump my good and evil
is where I will begin.

Then I'll wait and reconcile
all that divided, cast asunder.
Carry Light and marry Love
become a sign and wonder.

 

Words

I say what is in me
and let it go out
leave it up to others
to hear what it's about

It may help
or cause confusion
not up to me
but to their conclusion.

Words are plentiful
often contribute to Babel
tis a work of the Spirit
to clear up the scrabble.

There is a will
that aligns with light
a choice of the blind
to regain their sight.

 

Tree Talking

I was talking one fine day to a tree
He showed me what's in him, was in me.
So I gave him a smile and a hug.
Proclaimed he was my kind, the big Lug.
As I walked down the path on my way
It's one forest, not many trees, he did say.


 

Experiences

I'm riding a lightning bolt
You spoke and pierced the cloud.
I'm gaining speed while sitting still
leaving in the dust an old, cold shroud.

I'm surfing the wave produced by tsunami
Your touch shifted my ocean floor.
Now hanging ten, not concerned with wipe out
cause I've done that and made it before.

I'm not getting high,
I'm not being lofty.
Just everywhere at once
No, my head's not getting softy.
On the earth.
In the sky.
Crawling low.
Flying by.
Catching vibes.
Spinning true.
Many modes
Scooby doo.



Are you CULTured?

Are you cultured?
Have you indeed refined
removed all the health
til there's nothing to find.

Do you honor specifics
Some cult so exclusive.
that to those who are not this
are your thoughts toward abusive?



 

The Hindrance of Fat Head

I got caught up in religion
a bit in politics
a bunch in making a living
and it's not worth a flip.
When you told me to come up here
my fat head held me down
So you've been squeezin out the grease
Now I'm upward and onward bound.


 

Transforming Music

There's a tune pealing across the sea
the sea is in you, the sea is in me.
As waters settle more clear is the tone
to help out with this, here's a bit of a koan.
Empty, release all constricting thought
Concluding matter, concepts you've bought
Allow solid, be liquid, dividing lines,  relationship
Now you're flowing at a transforming clip.




Finding and Creating , Lasting and Passing

A sign becoming as plentiful as "for rent"
and  response follows, my two cents.
"Life isn't about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself."
What I've found is I'm part of everything
and can create freely from my place in the one.
But if I build with a mind that's divided
Tis a work tied and bound to undone.

 

Today a Cloud

I'm a cloud today
look at me rain.
So filled with vapor
it's causing me pain.

So I'll cast some lightning bolts
just to see where they land.
Won't you hear the thunder
it's all part of my plan.

To bring out the sun
and for it to shine.
Dissipate the moisture
leave me feeling just fine.

Seeing Only One

Perhaps if I'm one with the whirlpool's and eddy's
even scattered rocks or those piled up in jetties
Then I needn't be fearful, nervous, or wary
for in destruction of two, there is no adversary.

 

Cat Envy

My cat's on lookout
He's always spying
on the mouse family next door
and what they're buying.
Then he'll come in
and complain to me
I should be living next door
not in this poverty!

 

Fetching Fear

Don't call out to fear
for this will surely draw near
perhaps in the form of a
cute cuddly puppy
that in the passage of time
you look down and find
there's a wolf with his teeth
in your belly.

 

Chop Bustin, Chain Yankin, No More

I've busted my own chops for the very last time
that goes double for yankin my chain.
See first I'd move, then surmise,
pull the wool oer these eyes.
So henceforth I'm just along for the ride.

 

Breathing Plus

I'm sleepy and could use a nap
all this breathing is wearing me out.
Perhaps I should exercise a bit
aerobics, to make myself stout.
Then like those who act so cocky
walking AND chew their gum.
I'll be able not only to breathe
but to inhale and exhale and then some.

 

 more poems   Page 1      Page 2      Page 4   Page 5
other sections on website
Home
Figures
  Figures 2
  Figures 3
  Abstracts
  Landscapes
  Animals
  Others
  Photography
  Poetry
  information contact
  E-greeting
  Testimonials
  Paypal
  Links    
 Easel Art Cards
Art Prints Poetry
Thumbnail Site
 

Steve crocodile hunter sign wonder words tree talking experiences cultured
hindrance fat head Transforming Music Finding and Creating, Lasting and Passing
Today a Cloud Seeing only one Cat Envy Fetching Fear Chop Bustin Chain Yankin no more Breathing Plus