12 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 040 Measure of the swing

As above, so below; as below, so above, the pendulum swings
two extremes of the same event and here I hear them sing
to set aside the obstacles which hide the unknown from view
so that I can catch a glimpse of the other side, back to what I knew

Everything moves, everything vibrates, nothing is really at rest
I had no choice but to follow the piper or continued to be depressed
The measure of the swing to the left is the measure of the swing to the right
The rhythm of nature wraps me between, so everything’s alright

The sun is so bright; the skies are so blue, birds sing as they fly by
their wings add sounds that tell of love true, so who could be lonely, not I

13 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

08/13 Giessbach Switzerland

We discovered Lake Brienzersee early that next morning.  My entire side was bruised and I had scab from elbow to waist, even through the pain the lake’s unique color of blue was almost hypnotizing.  We docked at Glessbach to walk the falls.  Fighting through the soreness of my abused legs was worth the effort.  (more…)

13 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 041 Mornings among the halls

Mornings among the halls, people come and go, while the day comes out to play, across those things I use to know
Stop awhile, wait for me, before it fades away, it’s a long, long way, home

Outside the day’s still shinnin, where the children never cry, while I search inside for smiles, another passes by
People always come and go, across those things I use to know
…….  Stop awhile, wait for me, before it fades away, it’s a long, long way, home

Time has gotten shorter, in these new games they all play, windows closed and a bolted door, what is there I can say
People always come and go, across those things I use to know
…….  Stop awhile, wait for me, before it fades away, it’s a long, long way, home

14 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

08/14 Heidelberg, Germany

It was a perfect day for drinking beer.  We found shade within the Hafbrouhaus.  While we downed a few beers alongside a couple of pretzels, our waitress dropped a hand full of mugs behind me and they shattered on the floor.  A few pieces of glass had jumped up and cut her ankle.  Since I’m a man, it was  my job was to rescue her.  I picked her up to the humming of the crowd and carried her into the kitchen.  They brought Jim and me a free beer.  (more…)

14 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 042 I could spend days and days

I could spend days and days beneath these trees, just staring at its images swaying in the breeze
The colors are brilliant, the patterns run wild and inside I’m laughing, a passionate child