Saturday, February 21, 2026

Be a frog


When swim season feels busy

And training feels long,

Just press this little frog

And remember you’re strong!


With the sound of that cute little “Ribbit”

Let your cares melt away.

Take this advice. Coach Gridley’s tidbit:

Every great swim starts with those determined to stick with it!


Thursday, May 9, 2024

Diabetic

It’s been asked to come talk to you and sound a bit poetic

So if I’m not I feel a bit apologetic!


When I grew up I tried my best to be athletic, 

but often times I’d hear my Mom say “You’re pathetic.”

that hurt my feelings so I’d respond with, It’s genetic.

She’d whip my bum and my little brother would laugh at me , not very empathetic!



To grow up strong, I ate some spinach but I soon found out it’s a  diuretic.

My Bishop told me to read D&C 89, and think it quite prophetic.

That eating Ice cream and apple pie isn’t good for you,

Cause Now I’m a full blown diabetic!


Thursday, March 30, 2023

Sermons we See by Edgar Guest

Here is a poem that was shared with me by Bryon Geddes, my pickleball coach.  He challenged me to memorize the first stanza of the following poem, written by Edgar Guest:

Sermon we See

I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day;
I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way.
The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
Fine counsel is confusing, but example's always clear;
And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds,
For to see good put in action is what everybody needs.

Here is a little video that should help anyone in memorizing these lines, if practiced a few dozen times.

The rest of the poem...

I soon can learn to do it if you'll let me see it done;

I can watch your hands in action, but your tongue too fast may run.

And the lecture you deliver may be very wise and true,
But I'd rather get my lessons by observing what you do;
For I might misunderstand you and the high advice you give,
But there's no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.

When I see a deed of kindness, I am eager to be kind.
When a weaker brother stumbles and a strong man stays behind
Just to see if he can help him, then the wish grows strong in me
To become as big and thoughtful as I know that friend to be.
And all travelers can witness that the best of guides today
Is not the one who tells them, but the one who shows the way.

One good man teaches many, men believe what they behold;
One deed of kindness noticed is worth forty that are told.
Who stands with men of honor learns to hold his honor dear,
For right living speaks a language which to every one is clear.
Though an able speaker charms me with his eloquence, I say,
I'd rather see a sermon than to hear one, any day.

Friday, May 22, 2020

Police praise

With all of the madness in the world today.
We consider with detailed significance
And reverence that our peace, and freedoms
Come from continuous sacrifices by courageous defenders
Like you.

We thank you for your offering and acclaim your bravery!
Your cause, and your endeavors inspires us to choose 
And share goodness.

Monday, October 19, 2015

A Rock

A Rock just for you, from Dover Beach

Take some time
to consider its detail,
its character, its uniqueness.

What some might consider a flaw,
I recognize a marvelous rarity.
Just like you.  Just like me.

There are millions more on that spellbinding beach,
calling out to you.  Waiting.
But only a handful will be chosen.

Until then, may the splendor of this gem
fill your mind, and embolden your heart.
Powering your dreams.

(A poem I wrote for Chad, accompanying a rock I retrieved from Dover during my own swim,
for his birthday in 2014.  It's intended magic worked, and he swam it successfully on Sept 20th, 2015)

Chad and I walking along Dover beach the day after his crossing. Unreal experience.  Like a kid at Disneyland.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Glue gun

I never imagined that one step 

taken 21 years ago 

would bear so much good fruit.

I never dreamed

I'd feel this much love and joy.

Like glue, I'll stick to you.

I have your love and you have mine.

You say I'm wearing rose-colored glasses, so if I am, 

I'll keep them on.

Because of you, every day I wake up smiling.

21 years ago I made the best move I could ever make!
Thank you Cathi for making this journey with me.
I love you with all my heart!



Wednesday, April 29, 2015

In memory of Patrice Bolyard

Fields full of colors,
I'm blinded by the beauty.
Every one is special
God's unique creation.

She was the first flower I studied.
Precious, delicate, and marvelous.
Casting an impression in my mind
of what inner beauty is.

Reminding me to share that brilliance
with others through
kindness, gentleness and humility.
Those are the colors that never fade.

Photo: http://californiathroughmylens.com/flower-fields-carlsbad
My childhood friend, Patrice Bolyard passed away 6 years ago, and on certain days I'm reminded of her.  
Today is one of them.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Chad's rock

A rock just for you from Dover Beach

Take some time
to consider its detail,
its character, its uniqueness.

What some might consider a flaw,
I recognize a marvelous rarity.
Just like you.  Just like me.

There are millions more on that spellbinding beach,
calling out to you. Waiting.
But only a handful will be chosen.

Until then, may the splendor of this gem
fill your mind, and embolden your heart.

Powering your dreams.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Ouchy

With a spinning, numbing, grumbling feeling.
I whisper to myself, "Damn" and "Ouchy".
Where are my meds?  I sense it coming...
Out of the dented can I come: Grouchy!



Monday, January 19, 2015

Erection

Live life
with an erection.
Draw every breath
with fond affection.

Drop the phone
and put both hands on the wheel.
Don’t sweat the scrapes,
trust me, they heal.

Don’t settle for warm,
cook it HOT!
When you hear “Go.”

Give it all you’ve got!

Tuesday, March 15, 1994

Goodbye

Goodbye
Look behind you -
Ugly currents flow.
Cut the line -
no false hope tow.
Cookie monsters green cousin
is to the rear.
Keep eyes focused ahead
you have nothing to fear.
Commit no crime -
grave robbing is sin.
Let them die -
no longer cry.
Mourning no more.
Thick door slamming shut in my
heart. Sad -
only to another opportunities
truth.

Tuesday, March 8, 1994

Shadows

Shadows loom and hide.
Not me, I'd rather be free.
Contemplate it openly.
Sunshine shares to all.
I constrict and focus strength.
Ponder, non-hesitantly.
God can see, but we are blind.
He sees time, we must feel it
and search it slowly.
Appearing all at once to Him.
Open your eyes girl!
Escape the shadows -
which hold you in there.

Sunday, March 6, 1994

Seagulls

Seagulls with messages -
sent across the sea, to tell.
Scrolling timeless images -
Listening inside the seashell.
Leaves upon my porch -
I wish not to gather
nor collect.
In fear that one day
may forget.
One blade of grass left green
in a field of grey.
In spring it despises the change
of joy and feels indifferent.

Saturday, February 12, 1994

Trolls

Scorning Millions - laughing
at untold secrets.
Flaps are open, preparing
to fire bullets.

One truth never to be
revealed.
Hearts hidden, deeply
concealed.

Chosen brothers, sent from God
to help in times of disdain

Scrap sisters baking mud
pies meant to be thrown.

Overcoming the blue with hue
of salt
Dried up tears, unwashed -
no halt.

Mended holes,
plastic trolls

World not ready -
for thin and weighty.

Thursday, January 27, 1994

Courtesy

How I hate courtesy -
sister of politeness.
One day the fallacy
show - Pretty grey forest.

Many hearts led astray -
By this rude injustice.
Sleepless nights - will portray -
Enemy's accomplice

Feigned love is worse than poison
The body in pain
One moment released - waken
To meet "Cordial" thus named.

As if feelings were fragile -
Like an opened red tulip
Run from anger - too docile

For the action of friendship

Eyes

The eyes' prime use forgot.
"Look to God, and live!"


If so, our eyes would be burned - hot.
Directing our souls, attention -


Lives on a thread
reaching out with piercing affection.


Crossing hearts, and hoping to die
Needles sticking in majority eyes
Sincerity in sight is a lost trait


Avoiding eyes are murderers
Searching eyes are
welcome in my home anytime, mate!

Wednesday, January 26, 1994

Rage Cost

Economics Principle
The Opportunity cost of my
Rage -

The tears I could be shedding and
the self pity I could be feeling.

Plus the loss of mental and physical energy.
Rage is the wiser choice of
distributing my resources.

Not only does it supply its own energy,
But saves energy that the alternative consumes.

Veil

Everyday we die
and wake with new lives
Forgetting the passions
we once had extreme
Staying up to avoid
the veil.

Blood stains around my door -
Passover, for my intensity.
pAIN, TURNED TO aNGER
from another's injustice
energy drawn from within
succumbing to sweet senselessness

Preparing for death
of all feeling.
Love cannot be had in
fullness, by just one.

Proving destruction to
the solvent -
Never to be used again
on another.

Sunday, January 23, 1994

Land Ho!

Land Ho!
Dreary days at sea - hoping
Mirages floating.
At last beholding -
A shape of hope
Through all the clouds
At once, arriving
blessed moment.
Never again recurring
From the times of sorrow
to this time of silent joy.
Time stops for such experiences.