Welcom To

Welcom To
By AquarianM

Friday, November 08, 2019

I'm The Divider!

I'm The Divider! 

Act One: Shopping

I bought a new label,
Shiny on my table,
From a reporter,
Or other Bloviationary.

Gazing at my navel,
It makes me feel superior,
To someone in my own mind inferior,
So I go with my fears,
Aim it right between their ears.

Act Two: Division

It's not equal to Multiplication,
More akin to Subtraction,
No relation to Addition,
Distant cousin to Dissolution,
Evolved evil yet capable,
From some casual label.

Act Three: Helicopters

Millennials this,
Millennials that wonder,
Whose parenting act?

Act Four: OK, Boomer

OK Boomer Arrives,
In my ears like "Whatever,"
Useful to no one.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/08/2019

OK Boomer...

Thursday, November 07, 2019

The Human Hours...

The Human Hours... 

Don't get me wrong,
Workaholic stoicism has its place,
Most particularly in the hearts of those who count beans,
Yet even they have a heartbeat,
Draw breath,
And reach for the flush handle.

The toughest talk still stifles a yawn,
Has to lay down their head,
Stumble sleepy and vulnerable,
Deep in the Human hours.

All business All day,
All child in PJ' all night.


By:  Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/01/2019

Wednesday, November 06, 2019

The Howling...

The Howling... 

In November the winds remain,
Diminished in force,
Yet colder and sullen,
A foreboding season,
Still the cornucopia of harvest is celebrated,
A gathering in,
Comfort and rest with kin and kind,
A season's labor behind.

The cold comes,
Guard you well the embers of fires,
We must stand strong Winter's bane and icy bluster,
So that in Spring,
The colored leaves of Autumn will feed the blossoms soon to green the long hot Summer.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/05/2019

Tuesday, October 29, 2019



Rains fall like Niagara in the soaked and shivering East,
Snow builds mountains in the Rockies and Northern Plains,
Devil winds and fire tornadoes paint ashes in the West.

The winds of anger blow everywhere,
A common commotion at the center of it all,
Loud-mouth louts online and on stage,
Screaming the energy that feeds it all,
Building and howling.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10-28-2019

Sunday, October 27, 2019

Flying Home...

Flying Home... 

Cool grey skies overcast blanket,
Corn-stubble muted tawny gold,
Canada geese blend into either,
As the grasses join in to wave goodbye,
Summer's fireflies long gone.

I watch my breath drift off to Heaven,
Draw my jacket a bit tighter,
Daydream of places that I used to be.

As simple as a burst milkweed pod sends seeds on October breezes,
As easy as Autumn leaves fall to Earth,
As natural as a flock of geese in formation.

I am flying home,
Just in those moments.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/27/2019

Saturday, October 26, 2019

The Old Stories...

The Old Stories... 

i cant tell now if the old stories were wilder,
Less inhibited,
More macabre,
Or just less tainted by "correctness."

All the lessons buried,
All the warnings of powers larger than ourselves,
Was it just because the forest and jungle laws were closer,
Or is it because we hid in concrete and dead wood?

Tooth and fang are going extinct,
A mistake,
Because personal extinction may be more remote,
Yet we are animals too.

Fairness is a virtue,
Yet so is resilience,
Even more so nature.

Watch the seasons dance,
Tell me what is truth,
What is myth,
What is a lie?


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/26/2019

The Grand Opening...

The Grand Opening... 

At this time,
On this night,
Through the thinnest of veils,
Spirits may rise and shine,
As we all turn to the inside,
Contemplate the passage of time,
Watching grass and flower and leaf,
The colors of myriad endings,
Countless signs of the long cold rest to come.

Drumbeats and howling winds,
Twinkling stars dance in and out of dark gray cloud curtains,
Swirl 'round the bright and lovely Moon.

The otherworlds beneath my feet and above my head,
I wander in the heart of the night.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/24/2019