Yuppie

                                     I’ve got the latest and I want it all,

                                     You can find me frequently in most any mall.

                                     I love my wife, or sometimes it seems,

                                     But she can't compete with one of my teams.

                                     I make a lot of money and wanna be rich,

                                     I’d rather be dead than caught digging a ditch!

                                    

                                     So if you have “One” then I must have “TWO,”

                                     I’ve upped the ante, now what about you?

                                     My son has some toys but none like mine,

                                     Who's really the child here, him or I?

                                     I like to play golf, and so should he,

                                     I want Tommy to grow up exactly like me!

                                     You say little Tommy would like to talk?

                                     Not now honey, there’s a  game a six o’clock!

                                     But what about GOD, morals, and sex?

                                     Go away Tommy you’re blocking the screen!

                                     So if you look funny and have less than me,

                                     Stand on the corner, I’ll give you a treat.
                                     
                                     Hold up a sign, stand in the street,
                                     Tell everyone passing you want something to eat.

                                      I'll close my eyes as I pass you on the street,

                                      Don’t say you know me, don’t even speak!

                                     Just take what I give you, I’ll lay it at your feet,

                                     Now look Tommy, this is something that you should never ever be!

                                     

                                     By Gary Bryant

  

                                                      Minutes on the Coast

At land's end, the gray industrial sky retreated as I lay on the cliffs of old rusted earth. 

Momentary disturbances from mankind's modern machines faded gradually to the persistence of crashing green waves as they ended one journey......then back out to sea.

The prickling protrusions of warm golden rays, broke through the gloom of silvery gray. The winds I could hear as they tickled my ears as waves were pounding the ocean's good cheer.

Odors in mists, the sirens of gulls, close there beside me on rocks of clay, they gathered to chatter to eat and to play.  

I opened my eyes to a three-layered-screen with turquoise, emerald, and a carpet of green. Winged foul above me coasting on currents of air, a frolicking glide, some hide below me in tune with the tide. 

Upon granite cliffs I perched on the Watchtower of Endless Seas while I listened to the waves that the wind brought to me. 

                                                      

Under the surface the rustling green trees groped for the sky and its sun, through nature's direction they reached up to see.

Above me there's movement large and small and like tiny black locusts they rise and they fall. A rhythmic clapping, their wings in the air, they ride in formation without even a care.

On towards forever the sea rises and falls with tides from the moon, yet later returns to rocky lagoons.

Gary Bryant

                                          Tide Pool Abuse

Like giants we converge upon the salty world of the receding tide.

Rocky shore, moss covered basins, slippery footing and misplaced strides.

We love and protect them, or so say the signs.

When no one is looking, backward we slide.

Urchins and Mussels, Amoebas and fish, floating so freely in barnacled dish.

I know the rules, respect for the shore, give me the bucket, here are some more.

Crabs and shells, grasses and snails, I sure hope that nobody tells.

Look little Mary, what God has made, hand me a box and my little spade.

Life from the ocean, litters the car, some in my pocket, it can't go far.

It came from the pools to share with the class, this was a crab, this was grass.

Off to the shores, so goes the class, to grab and feel, to steal and to bash.

Run a red light, lie to a friend, steal from the ocean, what fun it has been.

                                                        Sensory Experience

Where am I? Faintly lit, world where silky waxen cut-outs dangle in the moist light breeze tonight. They hang as banners, a shadow, though it's shape is clearly seen, yet without color or definition in this darkness it seems. Their divine freedom impaired by assignment and shape, but nature when forged is just not the same. Sodium-Yellow-Electric Suns illuminate the night as an ally to the moon that is faithfully smiling light in the blackened Eastern sky. My feet feel no softness only concrete and tar as I sweep my tired eyes across the field toward the Northern sky. Majestic towers of men offer their wares as a testimony to disturbing progress increasing with time. In the imagined distance I hear the perpetual roar of man and machine frantically rolling restlessly into the night. Air machines soar in and out as they come and they go in front of me and nature still continues to conceal herself from me. Emerald hedges of man's own design, defy the art of God expelling his work from this garden too. I break back into consciousness as I view the evening mist and the silence for which I wished. I wondered, listened, and sought out a glimpse with no clock winding me tightly in time. I will be open to stress nor routine as I wander on as an Alien in search of my awakened senses on this very cold night. But progress has hidden the eternal beauty from my natural eye as the minutes and the hours have gone and passed. How time flies!

Gary Bryant

                                                        Avalon Shores Waiting

There is a rainbow greeting me today from one end of the horizon to the other and with it a rounded sway of colors of promise.  Red, yellow and purple it seems, a complete bow, arched across the Western blue-stained sky. As a good morning wish to me, the Sun from the East is rising from its sleep to greet me as it heats up a brand new day. With it comes a hazing of salty mist that seasons the welcome warm morning skies as I approach the docks. I can see the naked boardwalk slowly come alive in the distance with muffled chatter as surfers with boards and tourists toting kids and camera, hustle to carve out their day. The locals now migrating with coffee and dog, strolling casually down the palmed lined path as they do again and again to feel alive just one more day. Above the shallow surf, a "Brown Pelican" cruises steadily and evenly above the wrinkled and foamy surface of the water, in search of a breakfast of familiar fish. Lovers locked arm in arm stealing a kiss or hug to pull warmth from one another until the Sun takes over when vertical in the morning sky.

                                         

                                                           

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