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Why can't Google Maps

Find what I am looking for?

Where are Peace and Quiet?

It's midnight

I'm outside, alone

Looking at the stars

Talking to them as if they were long lost friends

Whispering secrets

Knowing they won't tell a soul

Laying on the ground

Making snow angels

Like I'm five years old again

No one can bring me down tonight

It's just me, the stars, and my dreams

The rest of the world has disappeared

Though my nose is cold

And my feet are numb

I…

My eyes are hurting

And my brain is filled with mush.

Too damn much TV!

Dear Librarian,

Since I came into your library on a brief break from my hectic coaching schedule, I have thought of you when my mind had the chance to finally rest, which isn't often.  I don't really remember your name, but your smile that reaches your eyes did make an impact on me.  I appreciated the time you took to help me find books from the list I've been keeping, which is a lot more immense than I would like.  I can't seem to stop myself from wanting to know more, even…

Dear Coach,

I've only seen you once here, asking about books, intensely discussing the reasons you love historical fiction and nonfiction.  I was impressed immediately by how much you seemed to love reading and enjoy finding out more about history--I think I'd fallen prey to the stereotype of non-reading, blockhead former jocks who wouldn't go near a book unless it was entitled "Sports Illustrated Best Bathing Suit Covers."  Please forgive my prejudice!  Admittedly, I do also…

How will it turn out?

I don't like uncertainty.

Tell me the ending.

Look in the mirror

And smile at what you see there:

Your beautiful self.

I need more stuff?

Or should I be tossing it?

Simplify, I think.

What is black and white

And is very, very old?

The hell if I know.

Seated upon the too firm sofa, are two thinkers,; both residing in one body:

" Say, did you not promise to quit your deadly habit?"

" This is true. Although, I did not say "when" , if you correctly recall.

"I want you alive to someday see your grandchild " "So set a date today"

"I cannot say when. I NEED these wonderfully relaxing cigarettes. With every random act throughout my day, they punctuate . Besides, many people,including my dad, smoked all their…

It's warm. No, it's cold.

Is it summer or winter?

Please make up your mind.

With every thing that is going on in the news these days.... the WikiLeaks stories, the tax bill, two wars and so on, it is telling that one of the dominant scoops in the American media is a video clip of Miley Cyrus smoking a bong at her eighteenth birthday party.

Oh. My. God. Say it ain't so!

Why in the world this is supposed to be such shocking and distressing news, I have no idea. And yet we have her father, Billy Ray Cyrus (the only guy who ever actually…

Isn't it a little much

like Heaven?

when the little child says what

you should know



Isn't it just a wee small bit

like Hell

when so soon her face has lost her

innocence glow



Everything that brings us

all together

and all those bits that

set us off apart



Enchanting mesmerizing

somethings

forevers trapped in trusted

cagey hearts



Oh, sometimes I could fall

away down under

at others I would rise

above…

We walk in the forest,

Seth & I,

& it's the time of year

when everything's brown:

the bark of the ponderosas,

the carpet of needle & cone,

the dead grass,

certain boulders, the earth itself;

even our dog is brown

& if she didn't move about

she couldn't be distinguished

from her surroundings.

~

I…

They light up my world,

But they both grew up that way,

Not decorated.

'That's the Way They Like It'

copyright 2010 by Rick Reiley

The rich keep gettin' richer

The poor man he just sweats

The middle man keeps gettin' squeezed

Goin' further into debt

But that's the way some folks like it

Some folks like it that way

That's the way they like it

No matter what they say

You don't have to understand it

That's just the way it is

Life is for the living

And…

The hands on the clock

Slowly crawl around its face.

I wait; time does not.

Cattle bunch warmly,

Crescent moon sits on treetops

While coyotes sing.