Tag Archives: Poems

The Road Got Easier


As a wanderer, I traveled the world outside my home

walking the road to it’s end.

At first the road was hard and lonely until I found a friend.

I sat with him while the embers burned and warmed my soul

within the homely abode.

Prepared again for the world outside, I took the wayward road

Yet when the sun sank down and cold set in, the way had been lost.

So on a stone I sat and thought

How once I shared the shelter but currently did not

In that moment of true despair, I finally made my peace.

Finding an abode in my own,

I remembered my friend, I remembered my home.

Palau Haikus


Jungle surrounds, while zen flute bird whistles calmly; and lights the dark way.
Jungle surrounds, while
zen flute bird whistles calmly;
and lights the dark way.
Current is ripping, but shark glides effortlessly. He minds his nature.
Current is ripping,
but shark glides effortlessly.
He minds his nature.
Sharks are not clown fish. I would be one forever, ocean is lonely.
Sharks are not clown fish.
I would be one forever,
ocean is lonely.
Wild man of Palau, I joke but I'm real in dream: Lebuu the Hero.
Wild man of Palau,
I joke but I’m real in dream:
Lebuu the Hero.

Photo Credits

Palau Bush Warbler by Margaret Sloan

Shark and Clown Fish by Jim Christensen

The Dying Gaul


The Dying Gaul
The Dying Gaul

No equine ride into the town square this time, this is a different kind of victory,

The victory of a strong arm defying an increasingly heavier weight –

An increasingly weaker arm.

His head bends now as that of one bowed in thought.

After the battle rages, others will ride forth on their horses into the town square.

For now though, the surrounding clamors begin to ebb,

As if to regard a final moment of intimate thought.

This is a different kind of victory.

Koror Gloom


Trapped like a caged green bird

But what cage is it that surrounds me

Whose bars are made of the sadness of all things

Preventing to spread light angel wings.

Sorry little bird, you can’t fly free.

If I cannot fly free then I will sing the song of the zen flute bird,

Seldom known for seldom heard

Until the cage, the bars, and the wings

Fade away like soft sea foam.