News Yearth 2016

News Yearth 2016

So a news yearth comes agained,

making this an age old trend,

and so my elbow doth be bend,

to toast with milk, you, dear friend.

Barry G. Wick

Tinsel

Some memories

take so long to fade

They are made of people

who have passed through

my life

or gave it to me

I want them all with me

now

around some live tree

covered in lights

still attached

to its roots

much as I am

to the people

who were mine

Please help me celebrate

Your darkness must

become the light

my life once had

after many years

filled with grief

too many lost

to age or sickness

Oh glorious light

push away the darkness

make a wall

that gradually expands

enough for breath

to reach my lungs

while they draw

their life into me

I am ready to smile

despite every ache

and darkest memory

which colors its black

beyond the lines

I was told to stay within

Come my friends

come to me again

if only

in a dream's reflection

your smiles

mirrored on Christmas

that sees everything now

with a library of strands

that hang into this future

when I can see

the wisdom of tinsel

Barry G. Wick

Beethoven Between Dreams

It is after

the first few hours of sleep

the night begins to glow

in the steps through mental snow

following the blizzard of years

as we wander through the keep

The Moonlight, Sir,

invades the process of thought

and what days created it

the process of selecting

between black and white

between major and minor

runs up the scale at night

when dreams that are bought

repeat themes knocking at the door

Sinking into remembrance

fingers fly hesitantly

across the keyboard

finding a letter here

and the joy of chance

in new melody near

when dark around us

peers over the shoulder

at the small sparks

that light the fingers

in their joyful dance

Always drifts begin to close

upon the gates then open

where feet through memory

run when no fence will hold

and the need to doze

intrudes it twists and trills

to lean back into the drama

of a neat little glimmer

where fates await

their dream eludes

Barry G. Wick

The Wind

The wind pushed trees

in a bully's attempt

to game the playground

just the other day

They stumbled a bit

as if there

was another wind

on the ground

just behind their knees

Each tree had seen

this trick before

as trees are often

older than they say

Each year is much the same

to us on the same playground

though our roots

are rarely as sturdy

as we'd like them to be

Sometimes we fall over

not from any wind

that raises itself before us

but from falling years

Each year crashes into us

as if propelled by

an accidental push

from an unseen hand

to which was cocked a shaking fist

Hopeless standing our ground

we wish we could

fly through leafless trees

in an imagination of wind

Those leafless trees

are often the later years

in which our health

forces a rooting

to an unfamiliar place

And so we let the wind of years

though our leafless branches

accepting the constant

push from the bully of time

Barry G. Wick

Tennis Balls

In a very large room

are tennis balls

that represent

the molecules

in my hand

Thank you Alan Watts

for that image

but sir

I am enlightened

where I am

Nirvana

I see the tennis balls

as all the smiles

needed to accept it

All the molecules

in my body too

All I have to do is smile

with every molecule

in me

So I smile all the time

to thank everyone

for their help and themselves

with my smile

and the words behind it

all the molecules

all the smiles

all the words

When I jump

from tennis ball

to tennis ball

I'm not certain I smile

because there is so

much time in my hand

then no time at all

like the present

So I give myself the present

to jump with a smile

Barry G. Wick

The Old Comet-Asteroid Decision

No more destroying cities

no more floods'

just no more

the creator doesn't seem

to understand

what starts on this planet

and gets to the creator's ear

is cacophony

Some want this

some want that

everyone who prays

can't seem to get together

with the others who pray

4000 plus religions

on one planet

the creator's head shakes

back and forth

as the hands shake

Is it a wave good-bye

And so the creator walks across

the universe

mumbling

It's sad

So creative a talent

now unable to make a decision

time for the old comet-asteroid trick

the destruction can be blamed

on something without mind

it's on the way

it's been on the way

since the beginning of time

just like the other ones

we just have to wait

Barry G. Wick