Olympics at Fifty-Nine

Olympics at Fifty-Nine

I watch Olympic Games this year at fifty-nine years-old,

If you are younger than my time your fortune I’ll have told,

I see young bodies fly in such a way that I could move,

I used to feel such jealousy, yet now I just approve.

In Paris, Rome, or Athens you can see such gorgeous fare,

Of human form in marble, stone upon the canvas bare,

And, at Olympic Games we see that form in natural view,

In lightest cover run and jump and swim at our review.

There is no shame; what glory in that human form we see,

For in that skin we move and breath; in truth live carefree,

For as we age we look to youth; we’re never far too old,

At any stage we all can strive and finish with the gold!

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 31, 2012

Trust in a Life

 

Trust in a life that you’ve wanted,
Trust in a life that you need,
Trust in a life that’s untamed, yet undaunted,
Yes, trust in life when it’s you and it’s me.

Trust in a life that’s unfailing,
Trust in a life that is free,
Trust in a life of smooth waters; fair sailing,
Yes, trust in life when it’s you and it’s me.

Trust in a life where I’ll love you,
Trust in a life, and you’ll see,
Trust in a life where each day’s like brand new,
Yes, trust in a life when it’s you and it’s me!

Peter Lowell Paulson
July 29, 2012

A Hot One

A Hot One

There’s a chill on the morning,
Inexplicable calm and quiet,
Morning bright, yet streetlight burning,
That time between bustling cars,
Before the joggers,
Before the paper hits the porch,
I love this time of day,
A gaggle of geese go honking overhead,
With determination and vigor,
To parts unknown,
They make their way now,
They know,
It’s gonna to be a hot one.

Peter Lowell Paulson
July 28, 2012

Our God

Our God

Sun god,

Earth god,

Pleasure god,

Money god,

People god,

Science god,

Government god,

Universe god,

 God,

In God we trust.

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 27, 2012

Wedding Guest

You’re neither bride or groom this day, nor parents of the same,

Yet you have been invited for you have the family name,

Or you are friends or neighbors; close enough to be the best,

Yes, you have been selected on their day; an honored guest.

The bride she is so busy now with worries of the day,

To gather all her bridesmaids with their hair in disarray,

The groom he rises sleepily with portent and a glower,

With singular true purpose now; be ready on the hour.

But, we the guests are waking now with thoughts of every kind,

Of little ones, or adolescence now are brought to mind,

The picnics and the lake side times, and games out on the lawn,

And, conversations forming them within our mind are drawn.

We cannot stop a drop of time for on and on it goes,

As through the hour glass of life the sand it flows and flows,

But, now a wedding guest are you; a time to reminisce.

And, wish for them life’s blessings, and a day of wedding’s bliss!

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 24, 2012

Courtney and Josh's Wedding Day

Courtney and Josh’s Wedding Day

Our love transforms a chapel today,

Built within a fortress on beautiful bluffs,

By the riverside,

You and I will forge what family has brought to this place in days gone by,

Like the fortress it will be built,

Stone by stone,

And, mortared by commitment,

It will flow like the river of love,

Which brought us to this place.

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 20, 2012

(Note:  Picture of Fort Snelling Memorial Chapel in Minneapolis, MN.  Captain Horatio P. Van Cleve served here.  He eventually was a General in the Union Army during the Civil War.  Fort Snelling was built in the early 1800’s, and was the strongest fortification in the then Northwest Frontier of this nation.  Courtney Van Cleve is the General’s great-great-great granddaughter.  Married today, at the Chapel to Josh Kypke).

Midsummer Heat

One single wisp,
One feathery, fairy-like wing of cloud hangs,
Abandoned by brothers and sisters,
An orphan in the midsummer swelter,
Staring below at every brown blade
Beckoning, beseeching
For a deluge,
Such distant memory now perhaps a drop will do,
To quench the cracked, and sorrowful earth,
Even crickets cease their otherwise incessant chirping earlier each day,
A squirrel languishes, lying supine in the shadows,
Legs sprawled as if the embrace the cooler earth below,
Birds sing, but do not soar,
And the hope for all is to make it,
One more day,
Each day,
Until the next rainfall!

Peter Lowell Paulson
July 14, 2012

Summer Romance

Summer Romance

With wind on sand and sea on shore,
Your hair blows in your face once more,
A simple toss reveals a smile,
A sideways glance which does beguile.

Your cover-up; some lacy white,
Reveals your body in the light,
Come tempt the inner man in me,
And, holds me in such reverie.

With rapid foot fall on the sand,
Out pacing me with, “I command,”
A backward smile, which draws me in,
With lovely, leggy, lover’s sin.

So with such speed and manliness,
I grab your waist to turn; caress,
And, you but feign demure surprise,
Yet, love and wonder’s in your eyes.

My fumbling hands and fingers trace,
Each strand of hair, to hold your face,
To turn your lips so they meet mine,
As we begin a love divine.


Peter Lowell Paulson
July 17, 2012