To Be Continued

hearing a familiar Knock
opens Time her Door
to the Cry of an Infant
waddl’d in a Basket of comely Dark Matter

She grins at the newborn Cosmos
just One from Many
bestow’d by the fortuitous Passions
of drifting Astral Clusters

further enhancing Speculation
by intellectual Neutrinos
on forever Yesterdays
on forever Tomorrows
on” Why?”
Today

A Most Special Moment

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Hi, Fellow Bloggers. 
      I’ve had a lot on my plate these last couple of months.  
Between out-of-state and local get-togethers with friends and 
relatives, condominium complex repairs, more local hikes, a 
new fitness membership, and hitting the various Farmers’ 
Markets and beaches (to name just a few)-- it’s all been keeping 
me pretty quiet from WordPress.  I’m finally finishing up on some 
artwork for the San Diego ComicCon.  The latest is tentatively 
named “A Most Special Moment,” which I’ve entitled for my 
current blog posting.  Anyway, I’ll try catching up with some of 
what I’ve missed, even if only less frequently.  
     It’s gonna be June.  Almost half of 2026 has passed.
     Have a wonderful day, Everyone!
          Art

House Boat or Rest Area… or Both

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convenient Alighting Zone
Where my Feathered Friends and I
be simply Spectators curious
of curious Shoreline Spectators
and Whatever’s Happening over There

Laguna Woods Moment

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Orb of Dusk
parachutes slowly
behind the Main Wall
her polish’d Glam to fade

an Exclamation Point
to a Pleasurable Day
of Friends and Locals
Picnicking in the Park

Conception of Messier51

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distant ears flowing blindly
until perk’d up by melodies
sung at the birth of Time
with arms swimming in the darkness
feeling for the right tide
when tsunamis of two breaths
embrace into love’s frenzy
fulminating night into an eon of day
whose twinkling be barely beheld
by unseen mortal orbs

Modest Heart

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is there cosmetical Diversion,
masking of Womanhood
some Purity desirous for Me
to match the Beauty neither Uniform
nor Differences in Character and Creed
can camouflage?

so Failure fear not,
when, in Truth, there be None.
just steer thy wing’d Steed
into th’ Airs in Question;
cast the Clouding Net
to vacuum up the Mist’ries;
and really touch the Sun.

besides,
suppose She feels the Same
(about You.)
O, would That be a Dream!

Our Moment

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as these ancient Spectacles
palp a Memory
from rimpl’d Parchment
…of Youth…
our Springtide

Eyes and Limbs fitfully bridg’d
by Love’s Quietude
during fluid corporal Orbits

Joy trickles
o’er the Riverbeds of my Cheek
and from Head to Toe
my Heart beams

From Then

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Voices from an Easel

To Be Continued

A Most Special Moment

House Boat or Rest Area… or Both

convenient Alighting Zone
Where my Feathered Friends and I
be simply Spectators curious
of curious Shoreline Spectators
and Whatever’s Happening over There

Laguna Woods Moment

Orb of Dusk
parachutes slowly
behind the Main Wall
her polish’d Glam to fade

an Exclamation Point
to a Pleasurable Day
of Friends and Locals
Picnicking in the Park

Conception of Messier51

distant ears flowing blindly
until perk’d up by melodies
sung at the birth of Time
with arms swimming in the darkness
feeling for the right tide
when tsunamis of two breaths
embrace into love’s frenzy
fulminating night into an eon of day
whose twinkling be barely beheld
by unseen mortal orbs

Modest Heart

is there cosmetical Diversion,
masking of Womanhood
some Purity desirous for Me
to match the Beauty neither Uniform
nor Differences in Character and Creed
can camouflage?

so Failure fear not,
when, in Truth, there be None.
just steer thy wing’d Steed
into th’ Airs in Question;
cast the Clouding Net
to vacuum up the Mist’ries;
and really touch the Sun.

besides,
suppose She feels the Same
(about You.)
O, would That be a Dream!

Our Moment

as these ancient Spectacles
palp a Memory
from rimpl’d Parchment
…of Youth…
our Springtide

Eyes and Limbs fitfully bridg’d
by Love’s Quietude
during fluid corporal Orbits

Joy trickles
o’er the Riverbeds of my Cheek
and from Head to Toe
my Heart beams

From Then

Last Night
I saw Him many Years ago
looking straight at Me Today—
only He couldn’t see Me Then

until Now—
in Awe of his Youth
in Awe of his Potential
and wondering
if He’d be disappoint’d
… or satisfy’d
that He’d become Me

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convenient Alighting Zone Where my Feathered Friends and I be simply Spectators curious of curious Shoreline Spectators and Whatever’s Happening over There

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Orb of Dusk parachutes slowly behind the Main Wall her polish’d Glam to fade

an Exclamation Point to a Pleasurable Day of Friends and Locals Picnicking in the Park

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distant ears flowing blindly until perk’d up by melodies sung at the birth of Time with arms swimming in the darkness feeling for the right tide when tsunamis of two breaths embrace into love’s frenzy fulminating night into an eon of day whose twinkling be barely beheld by unseen mortal orbs

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is there cosmetical Diversion, masking of Womanhood some Purity desirous for Me to match the Beauty neither Uniform nor Differences in Character and Creed can camouflage?

so Failure fear not, when, in Truth, there be None. just steer thy wing’d Steed into th’ Airs in Question; cast the Clouding Net to vacuum up the Mist’ries; and really touch the Sun.

besides, suppose She feels the Same (about You.) O, would That be a Dream!

Share this:

as these ancient Spectacles palp a Memory from rimpl’d Parchment …of Youth… our Springtide

Eyes and Limbs fitfully bridg’d by Love’s Quietude during fluid corporal Orbits

Joy trickles o’er the Riverbeds of my Cheek and from Head to Toe my Heart beams

Share this:

Last Night I saw Him many Years ago looking straight at Me Today— only He couldn’t see Me Then

until Now— in Awe of his Youth in Awe of his Potential and wondering if He’d be disappoint’d … or satisfy’d that He’d become Me

Share this:

convenient Alighting Zone
Where my Feathered Friends and I
be simply Spectators curious
of curious Shoreline Spectators
and Whatever’s Happening over There

Orb of Dusk
parachutes slowly
behind the Main Wall
her polish’d Glam to fade

an Exclamation Point
to a Pleasurable Day
of Friends and Locals
Picnicking in the Park

distant ears flowing blindly
until perk’d up by melodies
sung at the birth of Time
with arms swimming in the darkness
feeling for the right tide
when tsunamis of two breaths
embrace into love’s frenzy
fulminating night into an eon of day
whose twinkling be barely beheld
by unseen mortal orbs

is there cosmetical Diversion,
masking of Womanhood
some Purity desirous for Me
to match the Beauty neither Uniform
nor Differences in Character and Creed
can camouflage?

so Failure fear not,
when, in Truth, there be None.
just steer thy wing’d Steed
into th’ Airs in Question;
cast the Clouding Net
to vacuum up the Mist’ries;
and really touch the Sun.

besides,
suppose She feels the Same
(about You.)
O, would That be a Dream!

as these ancient Spectacles
palp a Memory
from rimpl’d Parchment
…of Youth…
our Springtide

Eyes and Limbs fitfully bridg’d
by Love’s Quietude
during fluid corporal Orbits

Joy trickles
o’er the Riverbeds of my Cheek
and from Head to Toe
my Heart beams

Last Night
I saw Him many Years ago
looking straight at Me Today—
only He couldn’t see Me Then

until Now—
in Awe of his Youth
in Awe of his Potential
and wondering
if He’d be disappoint’d
… or satisfy’d
that He’d become Me