There Is A Heart With Wings

Heart on Blue Mountain

There is a heart with wings

That flies beneath a golden sun that illuminates its shape

Brightening the dark of its red

Sometimes the heart moves gently

Jostling in the air that surrounds it

It does not lower or fade, at least as the mortal eye can see

The heart is and shall be eternal, from some points of view

Made of paint, nails and wood

Containing a message, if not possessing a name

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

Love Knows Your Name

Love knows your name

You wear it on your sleeve

Like a pin or bumper sticker


What you can conceive

Imbued with

All you believe

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

Late March Sky 6 p.m.

March Sky

March is ever undecided

Nothing in the cold wind

Or the warming air

Betrays its mind

Or intentions

I’ll decide

When I decide

March decries

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

This Life’s All a Wheel

Eyes on the prize

Hands on the wheel

Earn what I can

Rest of it I’ll steal

All comes around again

This life’s all a wheel

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

That Which Was

That Which Was


Linked in my mind

Through the hazy smoke of years

Burned by

Without me noticing


In the record store

They once again look at me

From the dusty bins

Side by side


Their world

That which was

Seems impossible

As today will seem

In 50 years


Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

Sitter In The Vineyards

Sitter on the Vineyards


His heart is not stone

But metal

He is of man

Not man

Among the grapes he sits


Every dying

He does not smile

He merely is.

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

When I Failed

When I let them measure my worth

That is when I failed

And fell asleep

Now I am awake

And I will fill my life

With that which I value

Not the value

Which they judge me

To be worth

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

Choose To Recluse

I’m tired

Of entertainments

I’m fatigued

By breaking news

I’m fragile

From pronouncements

Of what

I stand to loose

I choose

To recluse

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014