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• What Money Can't Buy

  by Jay Olson December 13, 2016
  When I was young and in my prime. I didn't have a single dime. But what I had, you could not buy. And I hope I have it till the day I die. I had an angel following me. I had an angel I could not see. I didn't know the angels name. I loved that angel all the same. It made no diff...
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• Counting Sheep While Watching Wolves

  by Jay Olson November 9, 2016
  Last night I slept a fitful sleep--my mind was lost in grief. The peaceful dreams that tried to come--were stolen by a ravenous thief. Sleep will come to the pure at heart--it may sometimes take a short while. There is no rest for the wicked ones--a truth that makes honest souls smile. To thos...
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• Reflections in Retrospect--Thoughts From a Cloud

  by Jay Olson September 11, 2016
  The sky rained terror that quiet Tuesday morning--sleep was still in my eye. I sipped on my coffee and thought about nothing---while terror fell from the sky. Confusion and panic were the password that morning--anxiety, suddenly freed. What twisted, corrupted, or misguided soul could concoct such...

• Page Six

  by Jay Olson August 17, 2016
  When your plate is full and you feel as if you're busy as you can be. It's easy to say "Please leave me alone, go away and don't bother me." When being distracted by others requests seems to take your eye off the plate. Put down you knife, lay down the fork--stop eating, before it's too late. ...

• The Bench

  by Jay Olson August 16, 2016
  There is a place in the forest green, where rest is often found. A bench from the slab of fallen tree--the air is still without a sound. Silence rules the deep ravines--whispering winds and trickling streams. It’s a place where you can go it seems; to sit and launch a thousand dreams. The for...

• Ship Ahoy

  by Jay Olson August 11, 2016
  A ship sails over the ocean blue--the stars travel through space. Alone in the blue, we are traveling along--moving at a snails pace. It may sometimes seem like eternity, when we're waiting for something good. We should never try to advance the clock--even if we could. The wide open space of ...

• The Sound Beneath the Ice

  by Jay Olson August 10, 2016
  Time slips slowly into tomorrow--creeping and covering all that lies in its path. The icy hands of time reach out and cool the heated brow. Far beneath the surface lies secrets long forgotten--pressed in frozen stone. Buried deep within the aging soul are thoughts that sleep forever. Moving ev...

• The Sky's the Limit

  by Jay Olson August 2, 2016
  Looking out my window--I'm struck by shades of blue. Stands of floating memories of things I used to do. High above my weary head, there flies on feathered wing. A sky so blue and full of clouds--it will make a bird to sing. Perhaps somewhere in a far off place there is no sky of blue. With n...

• Summer Memories......Daydreams and Dandelions

  by Jay Olson July 12, 2016
  When I was just a young boy. When I was just a lad. Tom Sawyer was my hero. Second only to my Dad. I loved to do the same things, That ole Tom liked to do. Catching fish and kicking around. Sometimes even skipping school. I took my playing seriously. Twas like a job to me. I never miss...

• Under the Radar

  by Jay Olson July 10, 2016
  The basket is packed with chicken and slaw. The brownies are wrapped in a tin. The weatherman promised us sunshine today, Now the rain will be keeping us in. Spread out a cloth on the living room floor. Play some music that reminds us of sun. The picnic's been planned for a long time. We'll h...

• Sugar and Grease

  by Jay Olson July 3, 2016
  Shoelaces and buttons fill a clear glass jar. Thimbles and cookie crumbs lead to where we are. Empty plates and watermelon are strewn across the table. Life is one big celebration; have fun while you are able. It’s summertime with long hot days; the beach is overflowing. The festival is soon ...

• The Willow and the Redwood

  by Jay Olson June 30, 2016
  Willow trees and Redwoods are growing side by side. The willow oft times humble; the redwood full of pride. The redwood reaches upward, high into the sky. The willow gently whispers while it bows its limbs and cries. The ancient Redwood, so very straight and tall. It has an ageless memory; a ...
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• Don't Walk Alone

  by Jay Olson June 28, 2016
  Imagine being a light bulb before they built the socket. I’d hate to be an astronaut before they built the rocket. It’s not so very easy, arriving out of order. Like entering a foreign country, before you reach the boarder. I’ve heard it said, “You’re special.” I wonder if that’s so. Sometim...
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• A Trail of Crumbs

  by Jay Olson June 24, 2016
  I walked upon a darkened bridge--it lay inside my head. I walked upon a darkened bridge--I knew not where it led. The air was still as still could be--the silence roared a song I knew not where I was headed--I had not walked for long. Below me lay a quiet dark--it echoed in my b...
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• Stream of Conscience

  by Jay Olson June 21, 2016
  I’m making mental mud pies on this bright and sunny day. The bubbling brook inside my mind is where I’ve gone to play. The water’s sparkling, clear, and cold; everything is right. Every time I fish this stream, I always get a bite. It won’t be long before the sun, beneath which I now lay, Wil...

• A Look into the Water

  by Jay Olson June 18, 2016
  There are those that live in anger--clouds of rage are seething within. Life is always what you make it--to have a smile is never a sin. You may think others speak about you--a flattery of false deceit. When you think that it's all about you--this is nothing more than conceit. Whenever you thi...
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• Beyond the Dark Horizon

  by Jay Olson June 7, 2016
  I watched the sun rise outside of my window--the coolness of night on my brow. The new day awakens birds in their nests--Hear the song of the new day now. The fog is slowly burning away--my dreams are now fading to light. Life begins anew with the dawn--tis the end of another dark night. Time ...

• Ecstasy

  by Jay Olson May 31, 2016
  I gazed upon the deep blue sea on a springtime afternoon. The sky was filled with azure blue the clouds were soft and hid the moon. My mind was wandering off in space--my feet were off the ground. Twas only me and the ocean--there was no one else was around. A gentle breeze blew in my hair--it...

• A few Memorial Day Thoughts

  by Jay Olson May 29, 2016
  Letters From Home.... The things that came at mail call with news that was often old. The news in familiar handwriting--more precious than any gold. A package filled with cookies or some other type of treat. Were fun to pass around the room--were wonderful to eat. ...

• When It's Our Turn

  by Jay Olson May 25, 2016
  I listened intently to the howling of the night wind upon my glass. I closed my eyes and hummed along with the song blowing outside of my door. The words escaped my memory like a face from the past. The melody builds and swells like the oceans never ending roar. Deep in slumber-lost in ...

• On the Run

  by Jay Olson May 21, 2016
  I’m a very busy man I am. I was on the 6 o’clock news yesterday afternoon. They were asking me a couple of questions about the economy, foreign relations, and things like that. Well, I just had to tell them what I thought. I told them that when I was over in ....Russia.... about six weeks ago, I...

• Good Corn

  by Jay Olson May 9, 2016
  This inspiring story that has been the basis for many an analogy was written by "Author Unknown" There once was a farmer who grew award-winning corn. Each year he entered his corn in the state fair where it won a blue ribbon. One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned somethin...

• Full Blown Yoga

  by Jay Olson May 8, 2016
  It matters not whether you are short or tall Skinny or fat--happy or sad- good or bad. You may be lonely or have ten thousand friends. Sober or drunk, high or low--it matters not what you do. Run all day or watch tv--pump some iron or drink some tea. You can be ugly o...

• Return of the Dawn

  by Jay Olson May 6, 2016
  The light went out inside of my heart--my soul was empty and dark. The fire that burned inside of me had suddenly lost its spark. The sunshine that lights the daytime was hidden and out of sight. The cheer was missing this afternoon--it felt like the dead of night. Where is the joy and the rev...

• How Did You Die?

  by Jay Olson May 5, 2016
  Did you tackle that trouble that came your way With a resolute heart and cheerful? Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful? Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce, Or a trouble is what you make it, And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, But ...

• Listen up!

  by Jay Olson April 16, 2016
  In Heaven as on Earth ------------------------- One day, there was a catastrophic event that caused all living creatures on Earth to die. To sort things out, everyone went to heaven. God came and said, "I want the men to form two lines. One line for the men who ruled their women on Earth and ...
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• Abou Ben Adhem

  by Jay Olson March 29, 2016
  Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold:— Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said What ...

• Empty Seats and Open Fields

  by Jay Olson March 14, 2016
  Without the promise heaven--without the threat of hell. There is no need to fill the church nor heed the tolling bell. There is no prize at the finish line--no medals or ribbons of blue. Why sit and listen to old ideas when there are better things we can do? The chur...

• Spring Gardens

  by Jay Olson March 1, 2016
  Ask not what tomorrow brings--it is but just a dream. Think not unkindly of days gone by--they are but water in a stream. Now is the time, it fits the bill--it lies before my eyes. The present is reality--not made of fiction or of lies. We all walk down a path of life--a field of shifting ti...

• If it Weren't for Sundown it would Never get Dark

  by Jay Olson February 28, 2016
  As darkness settles in and silence fills the void--I bid farewell to the day. Seemingly effortless the day becomes a memory slowly slipping away. Stardust and moonbeams cover my weary face--waves of sleep are the tide. No longer awake or able to see the last vestige of yesterday's ride. Lyin...

• 40 Acre Blues (The Child)

  by Jay Olson February 17, 2016
  Sometimes the fields are rocky and rough with many a row to hoe. With stones and weeds that block the path--how will the garden grow? The path is dry and tough as nails--it seems too hard to try. Will any plant grow from this packed, dry soil--beneath such a dreary sky? I’ve often wonder...

• Thermonuclear Vacation

  by Jay Olson February 16, 2016
  I am the sun, don't get in my way--I am the warmth--I light your day. My heat is hot as fire and my light a beacon to your way. I live in space above the clouds--the rain I do not fear. Whene'er I choose I bring my heat to planets far or near. The days and years are marked by all my travels in...

• Taking the Scenic Route

  by Jay Olson February 3, 2016
  This is the place that I have taken my rest--this is where my head doth lie. My mind has taken vacation but my spirit has learned to fly. I have left my body behind me; along with its aches and its pain. I might be gone for a little while but I will return again like the rain. It may be a lo...

• On a Cold Winters Eve

  by Jay Olson January 26, 2016
  A memory hidden deep within the creases of my mind, Came slashing with a crispness that I seldom, now days, find. Zipping eights and flying crystal gave me quite a chill. Flying over frozen ponds--a most delightful thrill. A mug of steaming cocoa, I hold...

• 20 Paces is a Long Way

  by Jay Olson January 18, 2016
  Ready to write at the drop of a hat--six pens he kept on his side. His pockets were filled with refills--his notebook margins were wide. There was always a piece of paper, or two, in the back of the pants he wore. "Be ready to write at the drop of a hat." was the oath ...

• Twenty-eight Degrees

  by Jay Olson January 15, 2016
  On these cold winter days, so short and harsh, You may long for the springtime to come. Enjoy the cold day that you have my friend. With crispness that leaves your cheeks numb. Spring will come in its own good natured time. Or spring will not come at all. The time that we have is the ...

• Night Maneuvers

  by Jay Olson January 14, 2016
  I gazed upon the moonlight and walked beneath the stars. I saw the dark above me--I saw the dark afar. The stillness of the evening calmed my trembling soul. I waited with a baited breath to hear the midnights toll. The owl and fox are on their way--creatures of the night. Silence sings i...

• When Time Comes

  by Jay Olson January 11, 2016
  When the questions stop and answers are no longer needed. Silence will fill the space once held hostage to the sound. Leaves will no longer fall from the tree. Nevermore to blow in the wind. The howling sound that will now fill your ears comes from within. The black of night will last far bey...

• The Quiet Noise

  by Jay Olson January 9, 2016
  I can hear the silence--it cuts like a surgeons blade. The emptiness echoes throughout the land--through every valley and glade. Time stands still as the fresh fallen snow settles on frozen tree. The wind stands down like an army at rest--a beautiful sight to ...

• Be Advised

  by Jay Olson January 6, 2016
  I listened to the whippoorwill as I closed my eyes to sleep. I dreamed about the soaring birds--I've dreamed in slumber deep. The lilting tunes of the mourning dove awoke me with the dawn. The early bird will get the worm as the dew lies on the lawn. Dreams of love and dreams of war have trave...
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• At Summers End

  by Jay Olson January 5, 2016
  While walking along the road of life there is much we will see and hear. Some sights will lift our spirits high and others will bring us a tear. It is easy to smile when the birds will sing and fragrances fill the air. It is what you do when the rain...

• Identity Check

  by Jay Olson January 3, 2016
  Who am I? And what am I doing?--it's a question I quite often hear. The answer I give is the truth as I see it--though the meaning is never real clear. Don't ask me for things that can never be proved--there is only so much I can give. Everyo...
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• Flying is Nice

  by Jay Olson April 9, 2015
  In the cool of the evening a winter moon rises slowly into the starlit sky. Shrinking as it rises, casting a shadow, painting a picture before my very eye. This is the glory of winter in its deepest and most power...

• Crop Circles (Alien Tidbits)

  by Jay Olson April 6, 2015
  You don't need a cannon to kill a deer if it's venison steak you crave. You don't have to use napalm to heat your camp or cave. It doesn't take a machine gun to bring chickens to their knees. We sure don't need a missile to harvest the apple trees. I wish those fo...
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• Out of the Void and into the Blue

  by Jay Olson May 21, 2013
  Ripped out of orbit; flying through space. Ripped out of orbit; suddenly floating. Ripped out of orbit; time is forgotten. Temperature changes, Ripped out of orbit; never a warning. Flying in wonder; sleeping quietly; hurled into the void. Majestically floating. Nothing... silence... soundless. Rip...
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• Dear Mom

  by Jay Olson May 12, 2013
     On days like this I think of you. Clouds roll over the skies of blue. You’re the one That helped me see. The nature of stability. You told me of our God above. Your actions proved His word is love. If only I’m able to pass it on, Then you will know your job was done. I was...

• Two Pair of Socks

  by Jay Olson May 8, 2013
  Clouds came to my door this morning, cold and uninvited. Clouds that are  dark and full of coldness hovering unrequited. Sunshine is covered and hidden from my sight. Cool early breezes left over from the darkest night.   Donning a jacket and heading out of my door, cold is the mornin...

• Song of the Mistral

  by Jay Olson May 8, 2013
  Wind blows in lofty trees. Sailing currents converge and connect. Feel the breeze, it won't hurt. Lazily listen; hum silently. Where is the kite that flies? How high will it travel? Music is in the air. Windblown melody of time. Tempos beating unevenly, yet rhythmically. Who hears the song played? P...

• On Your Mark

  by Jay Olson May 8, 2013
  I'm taking a walk on a path made of canvas; it moves as I travel along. It bounces and squeaks and makes all sort of noise, a traveling type of a song. So flat, yet many a hill will I climb; so tame, yet a wild wooly journey. I will walk on this path till my time has expired, or they carry me out on...

• Look Ma, No Hands

  by Jay Olson May 7, 2013
    I am back on the bike and going for a ride, peddling as fast as I dare. Peddling and coasting again and again, and now I am almost there. It has been a short time since the last time, but now I'm flying fast. Twas a long hard climb up a long steep hill, I'm making the moment last. Building ...
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• No Time to Look Down

  by Jay Olson May 7, 2013
  I have never met a sunny day that made me feel sad. It's hard to feel sorry when there's sunshine to be had. A rainy day is bothersome but still it has its place. It feeds the lovely flowers that bring smiles to our face. Sometimes when walking down a street that teems with fear and gloom, Where sh...
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• Dreams and Possibilities

  by Jay Olson May 5, 2013
  Sitting and eating a scone with my tea. I’m discussing all things that are or might be. It’s all on the table; we never do know. How things will work out, or how they will go.   It’s all so uncertain; many questions abound. Answers are many.  Will the right ones be ...
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• The More You Eat

  by Jay Olson May 3, 2013
  While baking some beans that I found on my shelf. I added some spices and sang to myself. Boil and bubble, simmer and stew, thicken and soak it all in. It's a meal complete, a tasty good treat, so deliciously close to a sin. The poor mans steak it's often times called; though I doubt the story is t...

• Take the Long Way

  by Jay Olson May 3, 2013
    It's a twisted path that leads us, to the place we wish to be. There are bumps and bruises along the way, enough for you and for me. If the way were smooth and free from strife, not a trouble or a care. Such a boring trip would be our life, with nary a burden to bear. Give me the steep and ...
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• Where all May Tread

  by Jay Olson May 2, 2013
  While walking in the forest of earthly delight. My footprint was left, ‘twas left in plain sight. As deep as a river and left time after time. The footprint behind me was certainly mine. While looking before me I clearly could see. Other travelers' footprints that went before me. There were t...

• Waiting for the Ink

  by Jay Olson May 2, 2013
   We are but pages in an unfinished book. Stories untold; plots unfolding before our questioning look. Authors and editors, both titles we oft times wear. Shaping and shearing; thoughts coming from who knows where. Are we bound in a cover to be stuck on some shelf? Is our purpose to b...
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• Atlas Resigns

  by Jay Olson May 1, 2013
  Lifting the weight of the world from my shoulders. Setting it down and taking a break. Order some ice cream and maybe a pizza. I’ll kick back ten minutes; ten minutes I’ll take.   This job I’ve been doing is tiring and thankless. I’m working for peanuts; who needs ...

• Hold onto the Pole

  by Jay Olson May 1, 2013
  The flowers of spring have risen once more. They have painted a picture outside of my door. The colors are brilliant, the aroma sublime. The ritual of life and the passage of time. Let me bask in the sunshine and soak up the heat. The smells of spring mornings can never be beat. It's a trip through...
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• Encouraging Signs of Things to Come

  by Jay Olson April 30, 2013
    Breaking the surface with colors ablaze, The flowers of springtime begin springtime days. The long nights of winter are in the rear mirror. Glorious summertime soon will be here. Pack up the overcoats; put them away. I'm getting the urge to go fishing today. The ice covered lakes are a thin...

• Man on a Bike

  by Jay Olson April 30, 2013
  Bike tired and ready to snooze. On my back and out for the count. Watching the kites through my eyelids. Laid out flat like an empty old sock. Resting and waiting for supper. Riding on daisy is how the day goes. Tomorrow is Monday and I must ride on. Taking it easy on field of green. Pretending to s...

• Break Out

  by Jay Olson April 30, 2013
  Always be free to do as you will. From the dead of the night to the new mornings chill. Where edges are blurry, there is no black or white. When freedom is present it’s always all right. Freedom is something not clearly defined. It can be tactile or merely a state of our mind. It's elusi...

• House of Days

  by Jay Olson April 29, 2013
  Gaze into the light of  sunshine. A house that holds the world we see. From inside, windows barred and bolted, Trapped in time and substance free. Memories all; are we for someone. Others peer inside our lives. Burned on paper, dipped in acid. Washed and hung in time to dry. we're all pictures...
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• Metronomic Dreams

  by Jay Olson April 29, 2013
  Notes of morning interrupted by storm. The clash of cymbal. Beating of the drum. Two songs the choice. The encore will come. Anger runs deep. Waters of resentment flowing swiftly. Songs of retribution echo. Chorus the thought to remember forever. Sing your own song. Listen to the music about. Sing y...

• On my Way

  by Jay Olson April 27, 2013
  I opened my eyes to the twinkling of the morning light Dreams I’d been having slip silently out of sight. The wind is calling me and singing a beckoning song. “Come to the bay...♪♪♪…”  the tide is pulling strong.   Today is a time that comes but once a year. ...

• Out on a Limb

  by Jay Olson April 26, 2013
  Many faces hath the tree, of life, of death, and family. The leaves and limbs reach into space, as far as the human eye can see. Its roots are deep, they pierce the earth, with strength beyond compare. To reach the top, the lofty heights, is more than some can bare. The tree is fabled for the snake...
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• A Time Unto Itself

  by Jay Olson April 26, 2013
  Never forgotten, never repeated. Always remembered forever. Time standing still; dead in its tracks. Midnight remains the keeper of time. Fire is burning out of control. Never filled up, thirsting for more. Living forever in one frame of time. Instantly life is standing still. Charging like a raging...
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• Blue Sunrise

  by Jay Olson April 25, 2013
  Listen to the silent morning mist; dripping and slipping away. Rising above the grey clouded shroud of the newly arriving day. Irises poking and opening; petals of gossamer blue. A flower that radiates beauty; like irises always do.   Out of the fog will come the sun; to warm this ver...
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• Deadsticking the Jet Stream

  by Jay Olson April 24, 2013
  A day in the wind is a good day to fly. Soaring and sailing above, in the sky. The bluebirds are chasing me; gliding along. I'm flying in sunshine, my heart sings a song. The clouds appear wispy like newly whipped cream. I'm passing above them, it must be a dream. My hair blows around me and tickle...

• Life at Ten Paces

  by Jay Olson April 24, 2013
    Today the goddess of light brings forth a new dawn. I look into the water, home to the sleeping white swan. Now the sun rises in silence from behind the faraway hill. Cold currents are moving, moving, yet always still. Here, the dawn renews midnights promise of light. Knowing that the c...

• Stepping Over the Cracks

  by Jay Olson April 23, 2013
  Follow the arrow on your journey. Follow the arrow that shows the way. Smell the air from the Great West Sea. It sends a message; but what does it say? Fried grease, sugar burned, peanut shells scattered about. Sidewalk vendors, vending wares. Streets alive and thriving. Afternoon winds begin t...

• Where We Run

  by Jay Olson April 22, 2013
  Living in frenzy; burning like a torch. Sitting back lazily; wondering why. Days become daze; coffee induced fevers. Living on the edge is always inviting. Dying in comfort is what we all hope for. Get in line while the choice remains. No time to waste if the deadline passes. The bus of existence w...

• Where the Buffalo is More Than a Nickel

  by Jay Olson April 22, 2013
  This morning I sat up and opened my eyes. Outside my window stretched cloudless blue skies. The seeds of sleep I planted in todays soil of things to be. I planted my dreams and wait to harvest reality. Mother Earth and Father Time is a highly unlikely pair. They fly through space in an orbiting wal...

• Now You See it Now You Don’t

  by Jay Olson April 21, 2013
  Blades flash; dancing in sunlight Thunderous hum signifies flight, Colors constantly changing, Red, yellow, blue, and green, changing with the light. Up drafting and whirling faster than sight. Diving and clicking left and right, Never at rest always in motion; Feeding on the nectar so very f...
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• Iron Horse Unlimited

  by Jay Olson April 20, 2013
  Wheels of steel rumble, Clicking and rolling on the its way. Path is straight road is narrow. Steel wheels rumble and click. Hell is bound to be in the way, Heaven help the ones who stray. Steel wheels stop for no man, Rolling thunder in a tin can. Afternoon ride to the unknown land, Flyin...

• Lessons of Gravity

  by Jay Olson April 20, 2013
  Pulled from both sides, Taffy has it better than that. Stretched beyond the limits, Outer limits have no boundary. Listening to excuses given, Claims of happiness fool no one. Pride is stepping up to bat. Spring fever hits below the belt. Longer days make darkness obsolete. Don’t tell...

• Spreading Sunshine

  by Jay Olson April 19, 2013
  I took a stroll outside today in the early morning sunshine, Thinking as I walked along, how all about me felt so fine. I came upon a threatening cloud, it meant to ruin my day. A little rain may fall sometime but soon will go away. I packed a special picnic lunch; I packed it just for you. An act...

• Tending the Garden

  by Jay Olson April 18, 2013
  While kneeling in the morning sun, digging in the dirt. Looking for a tunnel, sweat seeps through my dirty shirt. Maggies gone to the Great Beyond; from some a hearty fare thee well. Miners sit with hungry souls; their hope is that she rots in Hell. We all have our own job to do, our interests vary...

• No Fish Today

  by Jay Olson April 17, 2013
    'Tis a fine day to fry a fish; was the thought that crossed my mind. To find a fish that I might fry has proven very hard to find. I called and called throughout the day, I called out loud and clear. But never was my offer taken, no fish around would volunteer.   I built a f...
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• Listen to This

  by Jay Olson April 16, 2013
    From the mind of the innocent comes the wisdom of sages. Simplicity of thought spoken over and over is a song for the ages. It’s unfiltered, untouched, unmolested, or coached, by you or by me. Listen to the children; they tell us the truth as it should be.   From the mouths ...
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• Today is Now

  by Jay Olson April 15, 2013
  The morning fog has lifted, and clouds have drifted on. The sun is warming up my yard, a springtime day  begins. This day before me promises to warm my very core. It's wonderful to breathe today. How could I ask for more?   There's music running through my brain, a song I cannot place. I...

• No Escape

  by Jay Olson April 15, 2013
      Today is the day of reckoning, a day that many dread. The day to pay the piper comes; a price is placed on every head. We can't avoid accounting for the things that we have done. There's no escape or hiding; this day arrives for everyone.   Some may dodge or justify their u...
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• Follow the Daffodil Way

  by Jay Olson April 12, 2013
  Anger will not quench your thirst, or bring you true relief. It's salty and it's bitter, and that is my belief. To drink the drink of angry thought, your thirst it will not slake. It fills you up with emptiness, your peace it's sure to take.   Anger is handy and offered up freely, to one a...
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• Just a Moment

  by Jay Olson April 11, 2013
    "Just a moment" was something I heard in my mind. Just a moment is only a fragment of time. A moment is only one instant, it's fleeting and brief. Sometimes that instant is joy and sometimes it’s grief.   A moment in time can be quick as a wink, or done in a snap. It may la...
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• The Mighty Pea

  by Jay Olson April 10, 2013
        Chopped onion and carrots, some celery too; crisping some bacon to boot. One pound of green split peas a dash of sea salt, I've added some black pepper too. It's boiling and bubbling on top of the stove, it steams as soups tend to do. Before long the soup will be ready to e...
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• Counting Backward

  by Jay Olson April 9, 2013
  Last night I dreamed a dream;  I dreamt of dreamless sleep. I dreamed I slept a deep long sleep that comes from counting countless sheep. When I awoke at the crack of dawn, I stretched; I listened to mornings song. The song that comes from birds that fly; they sing the whole day long.  ...

• Flight Plan

  by Jay Olson April 8, 2013
  All hail to the scientists, counting stars, while charting their distance from the sun. Never mock the statistics predicting how fast all the thoroughbred horses may run. Without those great numbers and knowledge, where would we be? It's a science that's based on a language of numbers that is f...

• Free to Fly

  by Jay Olson April 6, 2013
    When I was a little bird; living in a nest. I learned to fly and when I did, I headed for the West. The sky was blue, with winds so fair, the trip a pleasant one. I flew so high while traveling far; my guide, it was the sun.   I landed in a redwood tree that climbed up to the sky. ...
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• Never a Bounder Be

  by Jay Olson April 5, 2013
  The chance began at the crack of dawn. Fear came while I slept and planted a seed to grow in my heart. Today I will weed my soul; purging the seeds of fear that were sewn. Planting the cuttings of hope and goodwill; I’ll make them my own.   Like a runaway train on a spiraling gra...

• Self-Medication Blues

  by Jay Olson April 4, 2013
      A bitter pill sits before me, untouched and growing cold Regrets and shame are on my plate; a broth of gall is in my bowl. The world is offered on a plate, it is our meal today,  I sit here hungry for a meal, my appetite has gone away.   Some will feast and pay no heed...

• Friday Coming On

  by Jay Olson April 3, 2013
    Friday Coming On   Tuesday morning crept into my mind as I opened my eyes in the dawn. Whatever dreams I was dreaming; they ended with a sleepy yawn. Daylight is braking, nighttime has hidden, and time has delivered the light. The sun peeks through my window today; I’ve s...

• Flipping the Flop

  by Jay Olson April 2, 2013
  Sitting in the newly grown field, I am counting  birds that fly. Watching the clouds, which are made of fluff, floating across the sky. A day in the sun is a special fun; you never know who you may meet. Spending time in the great outdoors is a wonderful type of treat.   Whether you'r...
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• Memories of Yesterday

  by Jay Olson April 1, 2013
    I woke with a start in the darkness of the morning. Rainwater pattered and fell on my roof. The sound was familiar yet faintly forgotten. T'was April; beginning with rain as its proof.   Winter has fled, the Ides of March gone. It's spring once again in the lands all around. The ...
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• Who Rolled the Stone?

  by Jay Olson March 30, 2013
    Who rolled the stone away? Who rolled the stone away? Who rolled the stone away? Jesus Christ our Lord.   It was on a Sunday morning, a day just like today. Mary went to visit the place where Jesus lay. When she arrived upon the scene, much to her dismay. The rock that sealed th...

• A Peek into Sunshine

  by Jay Olson March 26, 2013
  Sitting in the sunshine; watching time fly past. Watching little birdies ply their trade. Today I see the flowers, whose buds are bursting fast. Relaxing; sipping coffee in the shade.   The springs return uplifts me, its presence cheers my heart.  The winter past was hard and c...

• One Way Out

  by Jay Olson March 25, 2013
  I've looked for a way to exit, but cannot find the door. The windows have all disappeared that had been open to me before. Wondering how to leave this scene has left me in a bind. I want to go, but in a way that is not so unkind.   To sneak away, into the night, like some burglar...
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• Stuffing the Goose

  by Jay Olson March 22, 2013
      A bitter pill sits before me, untouched and growing cold. Regrets and shame are on my plate--a broth of gall in my bowl. The world is offered up on a plate; what is our meal today? As I sit here hungry for a meal, my appetite has gone away. How many will feast and pay no heed to oth...

• Seeking Beauty

  by Jay Olson March 19, 2013
  I would rather speak of the beauty, not of things that offend my eyes. Let me dwell not in the muck and the rain, but beneath the sunny blue skies. Railing against the winds that howl, is something I loath to do. I’d rather travel in a positive space; does that make any sense to you? &nbs...

• Conversations With a Dream

  by Jay Olson March 18, 2013
        To whom do I speak?  'Twas my question to a dream. Late into the night we spoke of things beyond our comprehension. You spoke in awe of things I once believed. I answered with questions not yet conceived.   We listened to the night and thought of the future. I...
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• No Time like Now

  by Jay Olson March 11, 2013
  Time has reclaimed the hour it gave; but that is not all. It's an hour we found when we added it back in the fall. Time is for people that keep track of life with paper and pens. Time is fleeting, it's fickle, and travels on gossamer, mystical, winds.   I have lost it, and found ...
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• Velvet Snow

  by Jay Olson March 6, 2013
  The blossoms gently falling in soft rains become a trail of crumbs. They will lead us to the crimson fruits of a distant summer.  It’s a vanishing beauty; heralding what will surely come. A cycle in time repeats itself, completes itself, over and over.     Birds in fl...
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