POEMS AND STORIES OF RANDY SNOW
WISHING ON
INVISIBLE STARS
Wishing upon a shining star
has been a happy habit;
often even a wild obsession
for countless infinite viewers…
millions and billions of wistful wishers…
But there have been tarnished troublesome times
within my abundantly abnormal animated crazy life
when I have surpassed the other wishers and dreamers by
blasting my whims, dreams,
and fantasies past their Santa Star…
While the majority of the other yearners
were shooting their thoughts,
their desires, greed, and even prayers for others
skyward like arrows to that shiny special target;
the bull’s-eye of dream realization…actually…I applaud
their romantic action...but my path has blazed the trail of wishing on invisible stars.
Randy Snow
WE ALL SHARE LOSSES
Sooner or later
we all suffer either
a loss or losses...
They will often differ
in the quantity
and the degree of
quality of each loss...
It truly isn’t so important
as to if my loss
might be either greater
or more dominant than
yours at any given
moment; or if
your loss beats mine...
But...
What really matters
is that we truly share
the bond of experiencing…
And also
that we both feel a
comforting compassion
for each other by
acknowledging
each other’s loss.
Randy Snow
(Copyright 2002
by
Randy Snow)
BACK WHEN WE WERE YOUNG
Life seemed just
much simpler then...
Responsibility was a word
only meant for adults
and older siblings...while we
kids just ate, studied and slept...
Our parents took such
loving careful care
of all of our physical
and emotional needs;
and actively acquired
our spiritual guidance...
But then...time’s tyrannical
rotating reign required
our maturation; and also
the rapid aging of our beloved
mothers and fathers until their
time with us expired too soon...
Now...multiple merciful meaningful
mercury memories often remind us
of those often seemingly easier days
way back when we were young.
Randy Snow
(Copyright 2002
by Randy Snow)
WHEN WE GROW UP;
WHAT WILL WE BE?
“When I grow up...”
Such simple sweet sentiments;
an often unsuspecting utterance of
tiny tykes during their innocent years
to the early days of adolescence;
and then sometimes well even
into their late adulthood...
It seems so amazing
and absolutely amusing that
not only children can contemplate
their seemingly far off futures...and
actually; many of us adults
still have no clue; no real idea of
just what our life’s road will be...
We start sharing our dreams
of what tomorrow
might truly bring as
tipsily teensy toddlers
taking those tenable
first flimsy feeble
fantastic flighty footsteps...
Of course...as those steps
eventually grow larger,
all those daring darling dreams
undertake transformation...
But...even with those lofty
rotating air castles; probable illusions;
often one déjà vu style idea
still simply lingers in our minds and souls...
”What will I be?”
Randy Snow
(Copyright 2002 by Randy Snow)
THE POUNDING DRUMS
OF APPROACHING WAR
A young local man; a loving son,
is swiftly joined by many more sons
who often feel obligated to
answer the call of honor of
defending mom, dad, and siblings;
relatives; their city, state and country,
frequently before the pounding drums begin…
At the time of their enlistments
possible whispers of rumors rustled in the air
of an international disagreement; potential
conflict located some place in our world…
maybe near…maybe far away… Then, sudden
cataclysm and deception scarily stirred the world
and created a Greek Chorus of
pulsating murmurs quickly striking
multiple beats rolling like drums into virtual
deadly deafening demands for bountiful battles…
Soon the young man and fellow recruits evolve into
heroes and patriots answering those feverish drums
now warning; screaming of approaching war.
Randy Snow
(Copyright 2003 by Randy Snow)
CRUNCHES KISS THE SUN
Crunch…crunch…crunch…crunch!
Crystallized water droplets scrunch,
crunch loudly in the frigid Artic air
whipping around my cold face,
slapping my shivering hands and feet,
jettisoned by Mr. North Wind…
More steps rapidly make more
scrunching crunching crushing sounds
that float from the frozen snow
up to my stinging ears, and then
soundly swiftly soar skyward to
kiss and awaken the sleeping sun.
Randy Snow
(Copyright 2003 by Randy Snow)
For the seven astronauts who perished in the Columbia Shuttle during
its re-entry into the Earth’s atmosphere; their loved ones and their families…
IN QUICK BURSTS OF BRIGHT BURNING LIGHT
February 1, 2003…
Just sixteen minutes prior to touchdown,
early moments of celebration
suddenly turned to despair and grieving
as the shuttle Columbia, while streaking across
a bright blue sky, shockingly exploded in
unexpected quick bursts of bright burning light…
One stream of smoke stretching out behind
the shuttle quickly divided into two streams…
then three…then smaller and smaller
tails of white trailed behind the cabin
where seven happy space explorers had
just anticipated their happy returns to
their loved ones…reunions that will not happen…
Our heroes flew from Earth to space;
Seven brave people of many varied
backgrounds and dreams made that trip…
Then…while returning home
those dreams incinerated in
quick bursts of burning bright light.
Randy Snow
(Copyright 2003 by Randy Snow)
THE MAGIC WORLD OF DREAMS
(A Bedtime Story)
By
Randy Snow
There is a world that waits for boys and girls each night. It is invisible during the day; but is a beautiful place that calls girls and boys each night after they snuggle beneath their covers, say their prayers, and close their eyes to sleep.
The moment eyes close in sleep, imagination quickly awakens you in this wonderful kingdom. Anything you can wish or hope for lies right within your reach. You can soar like a bird in clear blue skies, or play air tag with butterflies and swallows!
The next moment, children can skip, laugh, and climb to the top of a shimmering rainbow; and then slide all the way down its other side to a sea of green grass, where it’s time for running and chasing again. Green bushes with bright big red, white, yellow, and rainbow roses line both sides of this meadow all the way to where the sun kisses the ground. The golden sun always shines brightly and warm.
Problems don’t exist. Sadness is not welcome in this special world. Music echoes in the air. Animals come up to each child to greet them with a cheery “Hello”, and then gently kiss them on the cheek! It never rains or snows. Gentle warm breezes blow all of the time. The magic found in dreams makes all hopes come true each night. One can even chase and touch the clouds…if that is what your heart desires. Everything is fun in this nightly land of magic and miracles. Just wish, believe, and that wish comes true!
Now, sweet little one; it is time to shut this book, turn out the light, close your eyes, and begin your trip to the magic world of dreams. Good night…and have a dreamy trip.
The End
(Copyright 2003 by Randy Snow)
BROKEN SOUNDS OF SILENCE
An old song is re-sung by
Simon and Garfunkel, together again;
Troubadours reminding listeners of the
Sounds of Silence surrounding us
each day; each night; touching each life and
each sign that touches our own lives…
Soon their tour down nostalgia’s lane
fades to momentary silence…
Then, more voices rise in song,
bridging yesterday to today
with more old songs retold;
followed by new singers with
different melodies and messages
of multiple new neon gods, and warnings
decades later than when our messengers
first revealed the god’s existences and lessons…
How ironical that we should hear the
praises of the sounds of silence mixed with
the virtues of love...lust…
and understanding, while
the sounds of war warm up in the distance
preparing to break the silence as they
await their entrance to
vocalize their sounds; and
sometimes silence many performers…
Randy Snow
(Copyright 2003 by Randy Snow)
A SUMMER MOON’S SIGH…
A silver celestial circle
silently stared towards me on
a recent summer’s night…
Deep shadows on its surface seemed
to form a somewhat subdued face
complete with sunken eyes…
“Oh heavenly seer…”
I softly whispered to the sky,
“You see so much more than we
mortals; way beyond the confines
of our planet and the universe
we all constantly spin through…”
Despite some dark shadows
briefly sailing across the
ethereal orb’s countenance,
I sensed a slight smile seeping
over it’s current blank expression… I
longed for but heard no wise reply…
“Can you peer into man’s minds and hearts?”
I softly sighed into the warm night air…
“You hear and observe…yet you
keep our secrets safe and silent…
You know more than we mere
humans can ever hope to realize…”
My ears strained to receive even
some simple resemblance of a
response to my thoughts and utterances…
Then…something caught my attention…
a motion over the shiny visage…maybe a
sound seeped forth over mega thousand miles…
Could I have really seen the moon simper…
perhaps I heard it actually sigh a simple;
“Yes…”
Randy Snow
(Copyright July 11, 2003 by Randy Snow)
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