“Ladies and gentlemen, the Professor on drums” (A Tribute) #Fridayfictioneers

1979: Protest folk music was dying down and Disco had reached its peak. “Begin the day with a friendly voice, a companion unobtrusive” blasted through the vibrating buzz alarm of the 1960s turquoise clock radio. (Time for school)“Spirit of Radio”by Progressive Rock band RushLyrics by PeartNeil Peart that is, aKa The Professor Photo Source Pinterest …

The Garden A poem By Raymond Roy

Down the step and through the gate, My sanctuary, my escape, my garden awaits. Brushing against mint, a fragrant clean, sunlight on basil illuminates a warm wrinkled sheen. Earthy sage, for a cleansing smudge, bright tart strawberries best served with ice cream or dipped in hot fudge. If you are quiet you can hear, Pumpkin …

“I will rise (2020)”, a poem by Raymond Roy

Photo Credit: Candy Staton Gammoh I will rise.... Distant sunrise, cool morning breeze, above the clouds, I rise with ease. Like Ironman flying, I rise above, Seeing those that have passed, my heart fills with love. Gone is the weight of daily drama, Which one is better, Trump, Biden or Obama? Photo Credit: Denise Fullner …

The Elder

The Elder Sitting quietly grinning, taking a well earned rest The Elder watches the little ones, putting their youth to the test. Not so long ago, she wore buckskin and tended pastoral sheep, Cared for her babies, singing them softly off to sleep, Off to war in a far off land protecting freedom, she never …

“When The Morning Comes” A poem by Raymond Roy #poetry

A deafening stillness... A scattering of stubborn stars shimmer, resembling sequins on a cocktail dress that should have been home, hours before. As dawn arrives, like ice crystals, the stars relent, slowly melting away for a days rest. A Cardinal’s silhouette appears in the sherbet orange daybreak. Boldly he bounds to the treetop and gives …

Standing Alone, A poem By Raymond Roy. #Poetry

Standing alone, I wonder why. No one is there to hear when I laugh, breathe, or sigh. What have I done? Have I been cast aside? Is this my Ego's fault, heavy laden with ugly pride? I have a choice of self pity or self-reflect. A challenge to my psyche, knowing not what to expect. …

“Heartbeat” A love poem by Raymond Roy #lovepoem #heartbeat

Before we say anything else..... Listen to my heart beat..... Before you say another word slow down and listen to my heart beat.... The fact you are so close means I trust you. The fact that my heart is beating means, I am willing to share the precious gift of life with you Holding you …

“Vision-quest” By Raymond Roy. #poetry #flashfiction

So distant, is a stand of trees, a secret place, my mind at ease. Forest's edge, winter apples grow, increase my pace, zephyrs show impending snow. Curled up ferns, visual pleasure, pine needle carpet, walk of leisure. I'm not alone, chipmunk squawks, takeoff my shoes and itchy socks. Frosty air, hot springs steam, ease in …

Counting “sheep” by Raymond Roy #poetry #Fffaw #lambsofTartary

Grandfather, "where does cotton come from?" My son, In the land of the Mongols half way 'round the world, grows a plant, of fluffy pearls. Balancing on bellybuttons, tiny lambs are propped, growing as a shrub-like plant, where-ever sheep scat is dropped. Image credit: Wiki Enter the fields on a breezy day, Lamb of Tartar …

“The Cardinal’s Call” by Raymond Roy #poetry

High atop budding maple Sounds a call, of a natural staple The shrill of the Cardinal announcing loud Spring has arrived with rain and cloud Puffed up proud, red crimson breast Red-olive-colored females, so impressed. Fluttering dives well orchestrated Welcoming Spring so long awaited "Showing off"Blackened face, burnt orange beak, Seeds and insects are what …