
You gotta hang out with people who have big dreams and believe in that dream.
Surround yourself with supportive people. All the negative people, man you have to push them aside.

You gotta hang out with people who have big dreams and believe in that dream.
Surround yourself with supportive people. All the negative people, man you have to push them aside.

The soul is silent. If it speaks at all it speaks in dreams.
Some of us make our own light: a silver leaf like a path no one can use.
American poet Louise Gluck (born 1943) is widely recognized for her unique style and poetic voice. She has received numerous awards including the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2020 and the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1993.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.
Deep rivers run quiet.
Few people have heard of the famous naturalist and wildlife photographer William Xavier Knox. His life has been one amazing adventure of finding the unexplored, the unexplained, and the unusual. Billy’s dreams have become quite legendary.
A few winters ago, Billy survived a scrap with a polar snake up in the Great White North. He had been hoping to finally capture a picture of the elusive Arctic snake crossing the frozen tundra. Instead, he nearly fell to his death in a large crevice in the ice. Fortunately for Billy, his pick axe held firmly while he pulled himself up to safety.
Emulating some of his shutterbug heroes, Billy harbors hopes of becoming a revered wildlife photographer. With his treasured camera, he is still waiting to capture that “once in a lifetime” shot.
None of Billy’s photography has been published yet. He relies on “word of mouth” to carry the message of his work. After all, he figures this is the best approach because he doesn’t want people stampeding into nature’s quiet landscapes.
Unfortunately, few people have met up with Billy. Even fewer people have ever heard of this almost forgotten wildlife photographer. Nonetheless, he has huge plans for the future of his work.
A determined Billy is currently traveling across the eastern third of the “Cowboy State” of Wyoming. The upper plateau and plains are home to many exotic animals.
A freak of nature, this fearsome critter has never been captured on film. A cross between a jack rabbit and an antelope has produced a mysterious creature called a Jackalope. Unfortunately for Billy, someone else has successfully photographed this Jackalope a few days ago. All Billy can say is, “Geez, another one got away!”
Billy’s next appointment takes him to the Pacific Northwest. He plans to search the thick rainforests of the mountains for the elusive Pacific Northwest Tree Octopus.


As Billy arrives in the area, he is informed that a website already features his prized target. When interviewed, Billy disappointedly explains, “Why am I always coming in second when trying to capture these prizes of nature?”
A young girl shows Billy the link to the website: https://zapatopi.net/treeoctopus/
Winking at him and smiling, she smartly asks Billy, “Do you really believe in these odd species of nature?”
Billy pauses and thinks for a second or two before smiling back, “Well, if I didn’t, there goes my photography career. Right down into my musty basement, filled with old photographs.”
Billy’s mind is beginning to stir to semi-consciousness. A gloomy vision clouds his mind, and he begins to wrestle with it.
He is busy photographing school children across the country for those dreaded school portraits. Someone adds, “You’ll know when he has reached your school. Just look for his personalized license plate: CRZYPCS.”
Waking up from his long, overnight nap, a sleepy-eyed Billy wanders out into the kitchen of his family’s Wyoming ranch house. His grandfather is browsing a book, and he welcomes Billy to their usual morning time together.
Grandfather asks, “How did you sleep young man?”
“Just terrible!” replies Billy as he rubs his ten-year old eyes. “I had a horrible dream about being a school photographer. You know . . . the one who takes those awful photos for school yearbooks and student portrait packets to send home.”
His grandfather pauses and places the book on the table, “You don’t say!”
Billy glances at the book, and he smiles up at the author of the book, William Xavier Knox. His grandfather is a world-renowned wildlife photographer.

Tomorrow, smile at a perfect stranger and mean it.
The only dreams that matter are the ones you have when you’re awake.
Dreaming of fresh dough
To grocery store for yeast—
Bread shall rise again

Eighty-two years young
Earning high school diploma—
Ageless dreams blossom

Golden harvest waits
Farmer’s efforts rewarded—
Blessed field of dreams


Another day dawning
Life’s open highway
Relax, enjoy the ride
Searching hidden byways
Each byway, something new
Life’s treasured adventures
Unwind, take each one in
Tasting newfound ventures
Every venture smiles
Life’s tempo never slows
Marvel, each sweet blessing
Smelling one tender rose
Single rose shares fragrance
Life’s memories accrue
Smile, waiting in the wings
Finding tomorrow’s clue
Tomorrow’s whistle sounds
Life’s train steaming ahead
Relax, enjoy the ride
Dreaming, asleep in bed

Appreciate
Day’s treasures
Each precious minute
Fleeting moments pass by
Photographs

Freedom’s
Challenging task
Brick by brick
Renewing democracy’s fragile road
Courage

Legendary
Life journey
Childhood’s early dreams
Maturing into life’s amazing
Accomplishments

This series of poems (written in the German-inspired style of Elfchen or Elevenie) shares a total of eleven words in each poem, with a sequence by line of one, two, three, four, and one words.

Seasoned with many years
This ancient man delights
Very little he fears
Life tastes humble highlights
Living alone these days
Outliving many friends
Memories still ablaze
Through color-filled zoom lens
Nearly century old
Blessed career long gone
Bride’s love never grows cold
Still waking up at dawn
Sits at kitchen table
Daily Bible reading
Praying through God’s cable
Lord’s “Bread of Life” feeding
Walking at nearby park
Bench invites him to sit
Lifetime’s blossoming spark
Dreaming shall never quit
Parked at life’s interchange
Lifetime’s poetry writes
Witnessing time’s changes
Faith and love holding tight


Life’s game passing by
Parked on lonely bench
Watching each inning
From this dugout’s trench
Endless time marching
Week following week
Absent from big plays
Life looking more bleak
Dreaming great moments
Where are they hiding?
Just needing one chance
Few hopes backsliding
Opportunity!
Finally knocking
Time to really shine
Eagerness rocking
Now just swing away
Life’s batter’s box calls
Confidence beaming
Stepping in, “Play ball!”
In the film, “The Natural,” starring Robert Redford, Roy Hobbs finally gets his big chance to step into the batter’s box. Here is the scene from the film. Indeed, life and baseball find ways to complement each other.