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Tales Of Ten Men

The Philosopher’s Tale

Two dreams dreamed
Within my mind,
One at the fore
And one behind and
Being unable to realize
two dreams at one time, I
Put my efforts into dreams
Of the working man’s kind.

These dreams fulfilled,
I set them down as is
Tradition when you wear
That stately crown of silver hair,
And as I looked around
I saw growing from the ground
These tender shoots of
That sequestered dream,
And heard the sound
Of the blue jay’s call, and
Gazed upon the sunlight beam,
And marveled at the many
Dreams yet to be found.



Why Ask Why?


I rise,
Unsure just why
But here am I
Awake and alive.

Breathe and step
And step again.
To where? Ahead.
Beyond where I have been.

Look and see.
What is there and 
What is not.
Past, future, time forgot.

Moving still.
A back to break,
An iron will,
Dreams to forsake.

Sun and rain
Clouds to love.
Floods below
Storms above.

Feed the machine
Because we must,
Over and again
Until I am dust.

A sparrow lights
To share my bread.
What’s mine is yours
Until I am dead.

A fleeting glimpse,
A parting glance?
For who knows how long
We shall dance?

Sun is setting,
Darkness falls,
Yet light persists
In hallowed halls.

Rest and sleep.
To dreams awake.
A dream of dreaming
For its own sake.

The day dawns,
Wipe sleep from eyes.
Once again
And who knows why,
I rise.



Seek peace,



Over The Rainbow


“Someday” is an essential part of a long, healthy life that ends peacefully.

Always working, the mind must always have a dream. It’s not natural to live only in the “now”, but also in the “next” at every waking moment. Where to take the next step. Where to find the next meal. What comes next after the shadow passes overhead, or the footfalls rapidly approach?

Who says delusion and denial are anything but good for you?

Fantasy, imagination, fiction, dreams, books, the stage and screen, pretend and play.

Every amazing invention we know of (including this written language) began as an unseen image inside a mind.

How could we choose at what point we stop thinking of, imagining, dreaming our “somedays”?

After my last child is born? After they are grown? After I achieve “success”?

When I reach XX age? When I retire? When I check off the bucket list?


I myself have many irons in the fire as I cross the crest of 60 years of age.

I imagine for myself a billion someday things I want to do; finishing this novel and starting the next, publishing something. There are a dozen ideas for oil paintings, a hundred ideas for poems to be written, a thousand ideas for blog posts, a million opportunities to shoot that contest-winning photo.

There are grandchildren that need to be shown how to properly tie an improved cinch knot in monofilament line, how to Texas-rig a rubber worm, how to fillet a bass. How to tie off to a cleat, how not to trailer a boat. There are holes that need to be drilled through the ice to set tip-ups. Hot chocolate to be poured from the green thermos. Stands to occupy during dear season, streams to wade for trout in the spring.

There are a thousand miles of trails to be walked, billions and billions of autumn leaves to view in awe, wet dog kisses to be received.

There are philosophies to be shared, great books to be read, a whole planet to save…

Thirteen billion prayers to be said.

There are grown children that need to witness lifelong commitment, unwavering loyalty, unconditional love, unbreakable will.

I must always be filling my heart to overflowing, and seeking out vessels to fill with the excess.



The last thing I want is for a single day to be boring and unfulfilled.

I’m glad to know my list of someday things will not run out before I do.


Seek peace,




Inspired by a reply to “Someday Is A Disease” on TheEnlightenedMind622 –

The New Dreams

What will you dream?

What will you dream?



In my childhood, we had a phrase that no longer exists.

Not because it faded in popular lexicography, but because the dream came true.

We’d hold up a fist as if to threaten a punch, and we’d say “How would you like to be the first man on the moon?”


In my high school, there was girl named Debbie in my class that had an older sister with physical infirmities. She walked like President Roosevelt, and for the same reason.  She was the only person I knew that had suffered from polio. The disease was eradicated during my early childhood. The vaccine was a pink fluid, dropped on a sugar cube, dispensed in the school cafeteria.

We’d read Dick Tracy, watch him on TV on Saturday mornings. You could only watch him on Saturday mornings. At a specific time, on one of the four television stations we received at home. Tracy would talk into his wristwatch and communicate with HQ.

On Star Trek, they had these little communicators that flipped open. Everybody had one. Right on their hip at all times. The ship had a COMPUTER, and First Officer Spock would plug in little things that seemed similar to thumb drives (jump drive, USB storage drive, whatever you call them). Although he didn’t use the term, he could google all the knowledge living beings had placed in this repository! They also had a sleek space vehicle they called the Shuttlecraft.

Rachel Carson wrote Silent Spring in 1962, warning us of a grim future if we did not stop and take stock of our treatment of the environment.

In the 70’s, we were just waking up to world science. We took DDT (a powerful insecticide) off the market when we discovered it was killing off our national emblem, the bald eagle, by causing the shells of their eggs to be too soft to survive incubation.

The Fish & Wildlife Service captured the last California condor in the wild in order to attempt captive breeding to save the species from extinction!


Now I wonder, what will be the new dreams of this generation, and those that follow?

Polio, smallpox, mumps and other life-threatening childhood diseases have been virtually wiped out.

Neil Armstrong first walked on the moon. The title is taken.

We pull our Star Trek- Dick Tracy phones out of our pockets. They aren’t even phones anymore. They’re “mobile devices”. We can google all the stuff Spock googled.

California condors have some healthy flocks out west, and yesterday I watched as a bald eagle flew up and down the Schoharie Creek, just a hundred yards away.

We have 200 channels of satellite TV. We don’t even need to buy “tapes” to record our Saturday shows. They’re on three times a day, nine times a week, and available on demand for “streaming media”. If we want a recording, we just press the TiVo button.

The dream of the space shuttle has been realized. I show my age with that remark. Most kids today have known the space shuttle all their lives. The dream that came true became a nightmare. I remember the moment I heard that the space shuttle Columbia had inexplicably exploded on re-entry. All hands lost.

Now the space shuttle program is so old, they had to scrap the space craft! 

The deepest parts of the oceans, the Marianas Trench, Challenger Deep, have been plumbed by humans.


There are many, many challenges still ahead. Rachel Carson would be pleased at much of the progress, particularly in our own country, but there are still species on the brink of extinction. It’s a bit presumptuous to say, but I’m betting there are many countries around the world that haven’t even reached their “70’s” yet. Still pouring molten lead into the ground, clear-cutting ancient forests, poaching white rhinos with such ferocity that they are now guarded by armed soldiers.

Cancer is eating us alive. Medical science has made amazing progress here, but people are still dying from this “disease within”.

Still, the glory of being the first to land on the moon, the amazement at a communicator smaller than a transistor radio (google it if you need to), the computer that can search all of space in 1.4 seconds… these lofty goals have been realized.


What are The New Dreams?


Be at peace,




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