Tuesday, December 1, 2009

SATURDAYS IN YOKOHAMA



SATURDAYS IN YOKOHAMA PROMOSIED ALL I COULD EVER ASK OR HOPE FOR: It was the Springtime of Youth...
THERE WAS THE ROMANCE AND THE BEAUTY, THERE WAS A PLAN FOR BEAUTY, ROMANCE AND ART FROM SATURDAY NOON UNTIL SUNDAY EVENING.
THEN, IT WAS BACK TO THE NAVAL AIR STATION FOR ME, AND THE ANTICIPATION AND ANXIETY THAT WAITED THE NEXT WEEKEND.
IT WAS A TOUR OF MAGICAL WEEKENDS THAT LEFT ME WITH MEMORIES I WOULD NEVER TRADE. TIME, HOWEVER, FLYS AND THOSE WEEKENDS ARE GONE FOREVER. THE MEMORIES, HOWEVER, REMAIN, AND THAT IS WHAT MATTERS. TWO ROADS DIVERGED, AND I TOOK ONE WHILE SHE TOOK THE OTHER, AND THAT HAS MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE. EVERY INDIVIDUAL HAS MANY CHAPTERS AND THERE ARE THOSE THAT ARE SHORT AND ONLY LAST FOR A SEASON, CHAPTERS THAT SIMPLY LAUNCH THE LIFETIME AND THEN ARE GONE, LEAVING ONLY THE PLEASANT MEMORIES OF YOUTH TO REFLECT ON AS THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER GROW LONGER AND MORE IN TOUCH WITH OUR FATE, OUR DESTINY. THE JOY OF THE WHOLE LIFETIME MUST BE APPRECIATED BY REVIEWING THE CONTENTS AND DETAILS OF EVERY CHAPTER, NEVER REGRETTING THE SHORTNESS OR SWIFTNESS OF SOME CHAPTERS AND NEVER RESENTING THE LONGER CHAPTERS THAT WERE MEANT TO BE OUR FATE. AS EACH OF LOOK AT OUR LIVES, WE SHOULD UNDERSTAND THAT ALL HAS WORKED OUT EXACTLY AS DESTINY ORDERED. THOSE OF US WHO FOLLOWED OUR DESTINY WILL NEVER FEEL LIKE MISTAKES WERE MADE, BUT SIMPLY COMPREHEND THAT ALL WORKED OUT AS IT WAS MEANT. FOR THAT, WE SHOULD BE THANKFUL FOR EACH CHAPTER AND EACH BLESSING...

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

WINDOW CAT by Robert L. Huffstutter

STAY WHERE YOU ARE
AND WATCH THE FOLLY OF ALL MANKIND.
CURIOUS AS YOU MAY BE,
TAKE MY WORD, WATCH THE WORLD
FROM YOUR WINDOW AND DO NOT LUST
FOR JOURNEYS BEYOND THE FENCE,

THEY ARE THE BEGINNINGS OF YOUR SORROWS,
OBSERVE AND DO NOT WANDER, LEST THE SERENITY
YOU SEE FROM YOUR WINDOW ON THE WORLD
WILL BE SPOILED
BY MAN'S VILE NATURE,
HIS HUNGER TO BE IN CHARGE
OF ALL INSIGHT, EVEN YOU,
SERENE CREATURE THAT YOU ARE.

GO NOW, I PLEA, TO YOUR SECRET SPOTS
WITHIN THE DARK
AND CREAKY CORNERS OF YOUR HOUSE ON MAIN
AND CURL UP INTO CAT DREAMS
OF THINGS UNSEEN BY MEN.

SMILE YOUR CAT SMILE AND FIND
YOUR SERENITY.

THE WINDOW VIEW WILL BE THERE
IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT WHEN YOU AWAKE TO
WATCH WHAT CATS WATCH
AND FIND THE JOY
THAT MAKES YOUR DAY.

Monday, June 15, 2009

TO MY SISTER, LINN


Once the belle of naples,
my dear sister packed her
long designer gowns, her shells
found along the morning
shores and beach,
sold her penthouse
crown atop
a pink condo
high rise and headed home
to where her foxes and
wild turkey roam
through wooded hills
and valleys deep,
to read and keep
her mind serene,
at peace
in forest glades
divine, to reflect
upon a peace divine.

By R.L. Huffstutter

Monday, May 11, 2009

THERE'S A CAT IN EVERY HOME


NO MATTER WHAT YOU THINK THERE'S A CAT IN EVERY HOUSE THROUGHOUT OUR GREAT BIG COUNTRY.
THEY SIT WITHOUT A SOUND OR MEOW IN THE MOST OBVIOUS PLACES, THEIR FACES SMUG AND SOMETIMES WITHOUT EXPRESSION, WATCHING YOUR EVERY MOVE, YOUR EVERY STEP, ALWAYS WAITING FOR SOME MORSEL, NOT A MOUSE. BEWARE OF WHERE YOU LEAVE YOUR PLATE OR TV DINNER PLATTER, THE CAT WILL GET A BITE OR TWO WITHOUT YOUR KNOWLEDGE AND YOU WILL WONDER WHY THAT CAT IS GROWING, DAY BY DAY, SO MUCH FATTER. YOU KNOW THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE, SOMETHING ODD, ABOUT THE KITTY'S GROWING FRAME. SOME PEOPLE HAVE BEEN DRIVEN SLOWLY AND QUIETLY INSANE BY THE MYSTERY OF HOW THEIR CAT HAS GROWN SO FAT.
BY TIMMY STONEBRIDGE, LAGUNA BEACH

Thursday, May 7, 2009

MOTOMACHI DREAMS WITH EYES CLOSED

There are those times
when life was
simply love
without
plans
about tommorrow, yesterday or anytime but now...

WELCOME TO ANOTHER NEW BLOG BY R.L HUFFSTUTTER: BLOG ABOUT POETRY


POETRY BY R. L. HUFFSTUTTER is a simple blog, an online journal available for the enjoyment of all who are interested in poetry. This is a project that I have just started, but there is no shortage of poems. It is just a matter of finding out where they are.


As most people who enjoy writing poems realize, we frequently write them wherever whe are, whenever we feel so inspired. Thus, there are many poems here and there, penned on bar napkins, scraps of paper found where one searched.