Wlidflower Featured

Hi Folks, I have some excellent news :) I'm honored to say my newest book, “Wildflower” has been featured on the “Moxie Girl Musings,” blog and the “Kisses, Caresses, Whispers in the Night,” blog by romance author Amber Lea Easton. As you may know, “Wildflower,” is a small book of poetry about my late wife, Elaine. Please visit these blogs and read about my book. If you like what you see please leave a comment and buy the book.  Here are the links:

http://moxiegirlwriting.blogspot.com/2014/03/love-matters-only-romance-of-which.html

http://amberleaeaston.blogspot.com/2014/03/the-song-forever-rollslove-is-timeless.html

One Song and Conspire

All One Song

Different people,

different creatures,

different music.

All one song.

Dewey Dirks

Conspire

If you let her,

Nature will

conspire with you

to become the best

person you can be.

Dewey Dirks

Growing

Growing

I can feel a

great storm coming

beyond the horizon,

said the tree to its leaves.

I know there will be

mighty winds, cold weather

and a torrent of rain

soaking deep

into the ground.

But I know as well

the storm will clean

the Earth Mother,

and freshen all the air around.

And I know

that if I survive the storm,

after all is done,

I will have grown.

To accept completely the life

the Earth gives to you,

you must accept as well

the storms that come your way.

The beauty of life

is not that there are

never difficulties,

but that everything,

good, bad, or in between,

by nature, carries sustenance.

Dewey Dirks

Evolution

Evolution

21^st century civilization

is a giant, heavy

rolling wheel.

The status quo has

a strong inertia and will

resist changing directions.

To change our course,

the combined power

of all the knowledge

in our minds,

all the love in our

combined heartbeats,

and all the willpower of

the soul of humanity

are required.

21^st century civilization

is an old house near

the end of the street

with holes in the walls

a leaky roof, and floors

that need replacing.

To get it back into shape,

a lot of remodeling

needs to be done,

tearing out old and broken pieces

so they can replaced and renewed.

Mankind often appears

a mess only because

for the last eight thousand years

Humanity has been a change

in the changing

---Just a single moment

on the time scale

of the lifespan of a species.

A good deal of chaos

and disorder naturally occurs

in order to fuel our evolution.

We must strive for a golden age

---A big change at an ideal pace.

Don't trust in the opinions

of the ruling classes.

They have become blinded

by greed for money.

They don't have as much

of a clue about what needs

to be done as you and I do.

The character of all our cultures

and of our species

are not defined by the ruling few,

but rather by the aspirations, hearts

and minds of the people.

Mankind is a caterpillar

making a cocoon at the end

of a spring adventure,

soon to reform ourselves

into something new.

The way our cultures

organize themselves now

are not as they will emerge

in the future.

Have faith in nature, my friends.

Have faith in the future.

Our Earth Mother

knows what she's doing.

Take care to strive in your life

what your heart and soul

lead you to do because

they have the strongest connection

to the heartbeat of the planet.

Dewey Dirks

Wildflower

Hi folks. I'm happy to announce my new book, “Wildflower” is now available as a kindle book on Amazon.com Wildflower is a collection twenty love poems written about myself and my wife. It follows our life together over twenty-one years time up until shortly after my wife’s death from cancer in twenty-thirteen. It is a heartfelt chronicle of a couple living, loving, and raising a family together. The poetry in Wildflower is written straight from the soul. It is full of moving, intimate, song-like verses and is certain to bring the reader to tears of both joy and sorrow. All of you have a very good day, D.D. Here is the link to the book on Amazon---

Wildflower on Amazon.com

I See You Now

 

This is a poem from my new book, “Wildflower” Hope you enjoy it

 I See You Now

When we were young

we used to say to each other

that when you die

your soul goes back

to the Summerlands

to live with the Earth Mother

in the rocks, the sky, and clouds

and the leafy green trees.

Now, we both knew to believe that

but back then they were

only so many words

we told each other

around the table

to comfort ourselves

the loss of our loved ones.

Until today...

Today I saw you there

lingering in the pearlescent light

of the sun coming

through the window.

You filled the room

with a love song

and I filled the room

with tears of joy.

I walked outside

and I heard your voice

in the gusty wind

rustling through the trees.

You were there

waiting to meet me.

I heard your laugh,

I heard your lilting voice,

saw you raise your colors,

heard your rebel creed,

and yes, the tears

of your sorrow too---

all part of white spring clouds

and the deep blue sky

all around me.

They say each soul

is a limitless eternity,

that in life we each

condense like drops of water

into the confines of our bodies,

and that when we die,

we cross the blue doorway

to become once again,

part of the timeless time

of boundless infinity.

In the darkness

we traveled through

you taught me how to see

the unfeigned shine

of the sun, the moon,

and the stars filling the skies

with the breath of light.

Now I know how to look

and I see you now,

as you once and always were.

A single drop in a vast ocean

and the whole ocean itself,

singing the songs of life

along with all eternity.

Dewey Dirks

Play

Play

I sat for awhile

in the back yard today.

It was a nice day out.

Not too hot, not too cold,

white clouds, blue sky,

and a nice, gentle breeze.

Nala, our rottweiler puppy,

who is now roughly the size

of a horse, kept bringing

me a ball that

she was playing with.

I kept throwing it

for her to chase

and thought about how

really, really good

it feels to play.

So, I spent the next hour

looking at the shapes

in the clouds.

One of the first things

I saw was Snoopy

Dewey Dirks

Listen

Listen

When you despair

sit for awhile

where it is quiet.

Don't hang

your head so low.

Stop your mind

from digging a hole.

Listen to the sounds

of the city.

Hear the song

of humanity.

It has a beauty

all its own.

Listen to the wind

in the trees.

Hear the melodies

of nature.

They sing a grand

and ancient song.

Look around,

there is a panorama

of living things

all around you

forever playing out

the great drama of life.

The Earth and all

her creatures

together have

a luminescent lullaby

of their own.

As you pity the myriad

of small creatures

because you believe

they cannot think,

they pity mankind

because so few

among us know

how to listen.

Dewey Dirks

Types 101

Types 101

They say

you meet

the same

fifteen people

wherever

you go.

Take the time

to look around

and you'll

find it's

mostly true.

Two kinds

are especially

rare.

Some kinds

are lazy.

Some are

obnoxious.

Some are

artistic.

Some sorts are

very friendly.

Some are

superficial.

Some talk loud.

Some kinds

are quiet.

Some

always complain.

Some types are

dull headed.

Some are very

intelligent,

and some

aspire to

big dreams.

Now, I'll talk

to most

anyone

for an hour

or two,

and I'm

pretty friendly

wherever I go

but the years

have taught me

certain types

of people

and I

don't mix

too well

while other

types

of people

I'm always

glad to meet.

Of all those

types, you'll

likely only

ever meet

the first

thirteen,

and the

six least

progressed

types are

just about

the only kinds

they put

on the TV.

Dewey Dirks

Not Anymore

Not Anymore

My baby

has been passed on

two months now,

and, I think,

it's only been

in the last few days

that it has really began

to sink in.

She's not coming back

anymore.

I'll never again look up

from the computer

to see her grin hello

as she walks in the door.

We'll never again

have long talks

at the table

over hot coffee and tea,

no, not anymore.

Never again

to hear the smile

in her voice.

Never again

to feel the gentle touch

of her hand.

Never again will

we be outside and notice

the full moon up there

in the sky at night.

No, never again.

Not anymore.

No more errands

together joking

and laughing at

the signs as we

drive across town.

No more

of all the small things

that she always did

to brighten my day.

No more cuddles

in the afternoon,

and again

late at night.

No more kisses

No more I love you's

lilting like the notes

of a song from her lips.

Never again.

Not from Laino,

no, not anymore.

Her soul

has been to visit often

of this I'm sure,

but I am greedy

for her touch

not only in eternity

beyond the blue veil,

but here in this world too.

And here, alone at the table

I take a drag on my cigarette

and reach for her deep

in my heart,

only to find

a gaping hole there.

She's not coming back.

No, not anymore.

Dewey Dirks

Outlook Twenty-Fourteen

Outlook Twenty-Fourteen

We all live

in quickly

aging cultures

where many

work-a-day

people have

a much better

eyeball on

what is

important in life

than the people

who are supposed

be running

the place.

That's because

as the ruling classes

have become

ever more intrenched

in the delusions

of amassing

money and power

they have also become

ever more detached

from compassion

for their fellow man.

Such problems

have long faced

human cultures

as they have grown

larger and older.

While several societies

around the globe

have lasted for

thousands of years,

the successive governments

that oversee those cultures,

grew so creaky with time,

that they underwent

major re-organizations

periodically.

No large scale

human government

has ever been able

to last more than around

four hundred years

without grinding to a halt

and requiring

major reorganization

and repair

in order to rid it

of excessive corruption

and unjust indifference

towards its own citizens.

Here in the early 21^st century

societies all round the globe

are facing similar problems

with corrupt and unjust

governments

badly in need

of reorganization

and repair.

History tells us

the weight of their

own corruption

and indifference

will cause them to fail,

probably sooner

rather than later

considering

the damage

they and the corporations

they work for

have been wrecking

upon the environment

around us.

Humanity

is a very resilient

and adaptive species.

We will, in all likelihood,

survive the ineptness

of our existing governments,

but the institutions that

currently rule us

will all probably fail

sometime during

the next

one hundred and fifty

years.

The resourcefulness

of humanity

and the hope,

love, compassion,

and common sense

distributed widely

among mankind

will soon have

the opportunity

once again to build

better governments

for ourselves.

Help us Earth Mother

to succeed

in the work before us.

Dewey Dirks

Expectations

Expectations

It is very easy

to get tangled up

by your desires

when you expect

something important

to happen

or when you

want something

very much.

Such things

have a way of narrowing

down your point of view

until all that you seem

to be able to see

or think about

is the object

of your desire.

When this happens

you need to sit down,

relax, and remind yourself

that life will not end if you

don't get what you expect.

There is very, very little

that ever happens

in your life that is worth

all the undue worry.

The ability to be able

to keep your expectations

in perspective is a true

mark of spiritual maturity.

The advantage

of wanting and needing

only a few things out of life

in order to be happy

is a sure sign

of considerable

spiritual strength.

Dewey Dirks

Thunder Storms

Thunder Storms

A wise man once said

that it is not only

the thirsty

who seek water,

but the water

seeks the thirsty

as well.

This is why that within

our cultures there are

a vast cornucopia

of ideas many of which

seem to conflict with

one another.

Nature is compassionate

as practicable to all

even those with whom

most disagree, so that

even for people

whose time has past

and whose ideas

are passing away,

life eases the transition,

with just enough events,

songs, and art

to soften a bit, their pains.

So when you are

bothered by the

terminally

nationalistic

chantings in

our mass media

or by the rants

of those who

who would have us

discriminate against

our fellow man

remember,

nature and mankind

are on the move

to a new kind of life,

and those are old attitudes

whose time

is passing away.

You know, thunder storms

howl the most

just before they

are gone.

Dewey Dirks

Touched The Moon

Touched the Moon

Last week

believing I could,

I reached out

and touched the sun.

Believing I could,

last night

I reached out

and touched the moon.

Today I look at the world

with eyes that see

beauty in everything

from the smallest beetle,

from every tree, bush

and green patch of grass

to the bird that sings

every morning

just before dawn.

From the small

gestures of strangers

to city lights at night,

I am forever grateful

and I know

it's not the world

that has changed,

but my sight

Dewey Dirks

NSA Spying

In honor of the Feb 11 protests against NSA spying on citizens, here is the poem “The Spark” Please share this around

The Spark

Hopeful as a lighthouse beacon

On a hurricane killer sea

Vengeful like a Kansas tornado

On an August night seethe

Powerful as an earthquake

In the city of Angels on mid-summers eve

Forever too small

For the big boys to see

Angry as a rap riot

Pounding out deeds

Sounds like Led Zeppelin and Cinderella

Or a Beethoven symphony

It’s on the breath of old farmers, children, and artists on fire

It’s in the passion of sailors just back from the sea

Tonight it sleeps with you and I

In spite of homeland security

Has coffee every morning

With code breakers hacking Windows XP

Stayed with the Jews at Masada

And the Lakota at Wounded Knee

Spends a lot of time in intifada city

Where it never dies

But often is the last gasp of those who are free

It can break the heavy chains of God

Keeps dying men alive

Lets blind men see

When Uncle Sam has a policeman in every pocket

And he shows us what to see on the wide screen TV

I’ll still see the spark in you

And you’ll still see the spark in me

Sometimes it’s the only survivor

When come packing the dogs of tyranny

Spark is the light in the wise mans eye

When he says ‘If I didn’t believe in love,

I wouldn’t believe’

Dewey Dirks

Be An Ocean

Be An Ocean

Be an ocean,

my friend.

Be both gentle

and strong.

Let your words

and deeds

be nurturing

---a cleansing bath,

with touch easy

and true,

yet be ready

to be the storm

when comes time

to clean house.

Be tender,

be patient,

letting things

happen

in their

own time,

yet be ready

to take

the initiative

when others

lag behind.

Be simple

as water

made only

of three atoms

yet within you,

carry the supple

springs of life.

Be an ocean,

my friend,

both gentle

and strong.

Be as deep as all

the rolling seas

knowing

that within

your being

you keep

a vast cosmos

of ideas, emotions

and ideals alive.

Be an ocean,

my friend,

both gentle

and strong.

Dewey Dirks

Kind Response

Roots

Expectations and Adventure

Expectations

It is very easy

to get tangled up

by your desires

when you expect

something important

to happen

or when you

want something

very much.

Such things

have a way of narrowing

down your point of view

until all that you seem

to be able to see

or think about

is the object

of your desire.

When this happens

you need to sit down,

relax, and remind yourself

that life will not end if you

don't get what you expect.

There is very, very little

that ever happens

in your life that is worth

all the undue worry.

The ability to be able

to keep your expectations

in perspective is a true

mark of spiritual maturity.

The advantage

of wanting and needing

only a few things out of life

in order to be happy

is a sure sign

of considerable

spiritual strength.

Dewey Dirks

Adventure

If you look

always at life

as an adventure,

the thrill of living

will never

leave you.

If life no longer

appears to be

an adventure

to you, change

your attitude

and look anew,

because

good, bad

or indifferent,

peaceful or full

of mayhem,

life is forever

an adventure.

Dewey Dirks

Bluebird

Bluebird

She was a very pretty young woman

with a young son at home,

makin' do as best she could.

She was just struggling

to find her way and get by.

She'd been through

some pretty hard times

with an ex-husband

who had a bad turn in the army

and came home

refusing to treat her right.

She told me as we sat talking,

“John, I've got to pull myself back up

and get on with my life.

'Get back to my art and my writing.”

Her spirit was a bluebird,

flying high and untamed

in an endless summer sky,

and I could see a powerful magic

in the bright spark of her eyes.

I knew, even if she didn't right then,

that come what may,

she would find a way through.

'Said to her,

“If you believe

the wide screen television,

all you gotta do

is drink the right beer,

get a few tattoo’s,

use the right toothpaste,

and buy the right brand

of pick-up truck.

Do this, they tell you,

and life will be perfect.

Buy lots of stuff

you don't really need

with money you don't really have

and everything will all fall

right into place for you

and you'll be a resounding success.

Now, anyone with half a brain

knows that's all a scam

and a big pile of horseshit.

I took a drink of my coffee

and went on,

“Invest time, instead, in your son

and in your family.

Invest in those whom you love

and who love you back.

Remember, true love begins

only when two share

what is deep in their souls.

Everything before that

is just practice.

Invest time in your own creativity,

in your own art, writing and music.

Invest in the voyage to discover

the world inside yourself,

and in your long journey

out into the world around you.

Invest time in books

and in the great thoughts

of those who came before you.

Trust always the voice

that speaks from your heart.

Remember to laugh

at yourself like Red Skelton.

Let the child that you are deep inside---

The one who plays peek-a-boo

with the work-a-day world,

come out and romp in the green grass

and make splashes

in the puddles when it rains.

Remember to notice the sliver moon

high in the sky at night

and always keep a look out

for beautiful sunrises and sunsets.

Invest, your time, my friend,

in people, emotions, ideas and ideals.

As all the years roll on by,

you'll be very much happier for it.”

She went off to think for a bit.

When she returned,

she poured me some more hot coffee,

then she smiled and said,

“Thank you much, John.

I think you've inspired me.

Hold on for a minute

while I find a pen and paper.”

I smiled back and told her,

“I'm just returning the favor.”

Dewey Dirks