Up and away


One can sit or stand

Shut, push, pull, pick or tune up

But never give up




Check Please


Columns and rows stack the game

Times of yore much the same

Days of peace cloaked in junk mail

Nights at rest dreamt a fairy tale

The dark surrounds all who sleep

What can hold may also keep

Pawns a king can never make

Yet pawn a king can always take

Kings and queens rise and fall

While castle walls forever tall



Minus Minus


Static unheard in a charged universe,

all’s plus or minus, forward or reverse.

Ions abound to attract and repel.

Eons in space build stories to tell.


Energy’s harnessed by intensity of a core.

Waves emit in a vacuum of evermore.

Negatives negate, obscuring realization.

Where blinded are we to a positive ion nation.