http://www.rlkilgore.com Thoughts Through Poetry and Music Sun, 25 Jul 2010 13:55:37 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en     Beauty came in the guise of innocence And wrapped her arms around our youthful days Until the lust we recognized as love Sang its final song and departed. I remember it well. The grass was smooth and soft under our feet And the days were long enough that nights had only Time enough to cool, and cover ... http://www.rlkilgore.com/2010/07/10/868/ Inconvenient downpour interrupts Play of the little fellow sitting On the floor, pouting because The swing outside hangs slack. He sees through eyes of the moment, Not knowing somewhere sits Another boy whose father works In the store where the handy man Buys groceries with money He earns mowing our lawn Nourished by the rain.                                      rlkilgore     comment at:   rlkilgore@chartertn.net     http://www.rlkilgore.com/2010/06/26/eyes-of-the-moment-2/     Clouds drift by     As on parade.     Who knows where bound     Or whence they're made.     Capricious winds     Present their face,     Swirl, then leave     Without a trace.     Winds and clouds     On whimsy pass     As precious days     Ordained may last.      ... http://www.rlkilgore.com/2010/06/25/clouds-on-parade/     Born naked and bleak in a cold north wind To plunder gold from Autumn's attire, Winter comes with a skeleton-toothed grin And icy minions on a ruthless hand. Each Season finds itself, in order, Victim of immutable fate, But life struggles desperately to grasp, Over nature's will, another breath. So Autumn leaps on back the wind Like a rodeo ... http://www.rlkilgore.com/2010/06/21/autumn-hanging-on/ What shadow slides across this earth So randomly as to engulf One soul but not another? What cloud portends a destined storm To hasten those unworldly throes For one man but not his brother? With each dawning, renewed light Reveals the one, by chance, selected To feel that day the shadow’s passing. And with each evening, complacency grows more tempered ... http://www.rlkilgore.com/2010/05/29/what-cloud-protends-a-destined-storm/ The veracity of the deity is not as important as the strength of faith. Faith is the reality.                               rlkilgore rlkilgore@chartertn.net     http://www.rlkilgore.com/2010/04/18/comment-on-faith/ When one I love mourns a loss Of one so beloved, That of my own multiplies For now I grieve for both.                              rlkilgore   rlkilgore@chartertn.net   http://www.rlkilgore.com/2010/04/16/grief/ You, leaf, lying wilted and wasted, You, blissful child, too soon taken From a life you never tasted. What ignoble fate of essence Unrequested and sorely rewarded, Clothing your host in springtime's attire, Humming in concert to laud the caress Of summer's light breath, balmy and warm, Howling to protest the blustery storm. But was your voice heard? Would the ... http://www.rlkilgore.com/2010/02/26/to-a-fallen-leaf-in-autumn/ Although on Friday Night Live, I don’t believe Al Franken has humor.  He has sarcasm and derision which some consider humorous if the comments fit their political views.                                                     rlkilgore@chartertn.net   rlkilgore@chartertn.net http://www.rlkilgore.com/2010/01/29/comment-on-al-franken/ The Republicans are not the party of “No”.  The party out of power is the party of “No”.                                           rlkilgore http://www.rlkilgore.com/2010/01/09/opinion-on-congress/