Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Is the me,
I see in thee,
Really me?
Or simply me,
Looking back...
At thee?

Father/Son reflection. Alcatraz, CA

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Sunday, October 29, 2006

This smuggled photo is conclusive
evidence that aliens are being held
captive in AREA 51. Okay, sure,
maybe it looks like a horse's nose.
But, then again, that's what "they"
want you to think.

Alien behind fence. AREA 51. Nevada

Friday, October 27, 2006

Captain Alfred "George" Eamer -- February 13, 1933 - October 27, 2005

George's life took off on February 13th, 1933. It touched down
a year ago on October 27, 2005.

George was a great Pilot! A great Captain! And a great Dad!
It was an honor to be his son, his friend, and a crew member
on his flight.

The following poem, written by John Gillespie Magee Jr.,
was read at his memorial service last year. Take a moment
to read it and celebrate George being at the controls of his
plane soaring through heavens with his bride by his side.
I know he'd love that!

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth,
Of sun-split clouds -- and done a hundred things,
You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung,
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung,
My eager craft through footless falls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew--
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod,
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Carole & George Eamer. Lynn Lake, Manitoba. Circa: 1953

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Crimson lives,
Cling to,
Autumn skies,
Of fate.

Resist; then,
Release,
Under Kismet's,
Weight.

For man, woman
Nor child,
Destiny doth not,
Wait.

Crimson Grape Leaves. Sebastopol, CA

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

A friend;
As if a golden,
Leaf.

Warmth;
In good times,
And grief.

Gentle;
A heart, offering,
Relief.

A friend;
As if a golden,
Leaf.

Autumn Grape Leaf. Sebastopol, CA

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Everyone deserves a poem,
On their birthday;
Especially a Great-Grand Mom.

The day won't be complete,
Until my gift of,
Prose-in-ryhme is done.

There aren't many words,
That sound like,
The sweet name Hazel.

So, well, I'm glad your cake,
Was made with chocolate,
And not savory Basil.

Happy Birthday, Hazel.

Grape leaf. Sebastopol, CA

Thursday, October 19, 2006


Nothing's more,
Dangerous,
Than,
When I get bored.

I'll do just about,
Anything to,
Avoid,
The Psych ward.


Like take photos,
And write 'bout,
A truck.
Good Lord!


Ford F100. Santa Rosa, CA

Wednesday, October 18, 2006


Unless you're an onion,
It ain't easy being,
Green.

Why do we try so hard,
Not to be,
Seen?

Sometimes I wanna go,
Back to being a,
Teen.

Is who we are where,
We're going, or...
Been?


Green onions. Arcata, CA

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Reports from Bush,
Regarding,
Iraq, North Korea,
or South.

Suspicious I am,
Til it comes,
Straight from the,
Horse's mouth.

Horse. West Sonoma County, CA

Monday, October 16, 2006

This morn,
A Rembrandt,
Vision.

Brain 'n heart,
In a head-on,
Collision.


Vineyard. West Sonoma County, CA

Thursday, October 12, 2006

No words describe,
The beauty of a rose. Except,
The ones I just used.

Perplexed these days,
About my life; which is leaving me,
Quite amused.


Yellow rose. Sebastopol, CA

Friday, October 06, 2006

Does a dog,
Really care,
The carpet's red?

Or simply piddle,
Upon it,
Without dread?

Dog on fashion runway carpet. Palm Springs, CA

Wednesday, October 04, 2006


Some days,
Sour,
Some sweet.

Accepting each,
As it is,
A masterful feat.

Grapes. West Sonoma County

Monday, October 02, 2006


Life can be sad,
Full of woes.

Heavy sighs.
Heavy loads.

Doing your best,
Not to explode.

Don't ya wish,
Ya were a toad?

Bronze toad. Brentwood, CA

Saturday, September 30, 2006


The earth, round.
Once,
Thought flat.

Now a truth?
Or theory,
Turned fact?

Thinking hurts.
Dumb,
Is where it's at.


Austin Healy wheel. Petaluma, CA

Friday, September 29, 2006

Is it always,
The darkest,
Right,
Before dawn?

Is life,
Just a game,
Are we're,
merely a Pawn?

Do we,
Flame-out red,
Before,
We drop dead?

Think;
I will no more,
And go,
Shower Instead.

Red leaf on blue chair. West Sonoma County

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Another year,
Another cake,
Better a birthday,
Than a wake.

Life's strange,
Quite insane,
Happy B-Day,
Dear ol' Duane.

Banana Birthday cake. Santa Rosa, CA

Sunday, September 17, 2006


Life's a game.
Maybe more,
Like an auto race.

You get to steer,
Stop 'n start,
At your own pace.

One thing's certain,
Winning,
Ain't about luck.

And nothing'll,
Happen, til ya get in,
And start 'er up.

Austin Healey interior. Petaluma, CA

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Rock beats,
Scissors, no matter,
The weather.

Though Rock,
Can be conquered,
With Feather?

Feather on Rock. Sebastopol, CA

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

To live in rhyme:
How sweet,
And sublime.

The word Ford,
Makes me,
Ponder the Lord.

The word TRUCK,
makes me...
Think what you're thinking.

Ford Truck. Santa Rosa, CA.

Monday, September 04, 2006


If I had feathery wings to fly,
I would.

Breath with gills underwater,
If I could.

But GOD gave me legs 'n lungs...
It's all good.

Austin Healey. Petaluma, CA.