Love is Both a Path and a Guide ~~ Original Poems and Photographs by Rodney Standage, Gilbert Arizona

~~ Read Critically ~ Write Consciously ~ Speak Clearly ~ Tell Your Truth -Clint Smith

Sunday, July 15, 2018


From across the sea
Cherry Blossoms Shinjuku City Park Japan, March 2017
We came to see
Along with more
From every shore

Non-barren trees
Had no leaves
Branch covered o’re
With awe galore

White, pink and red
By these we’re led
‘Long winding path
Some rock some grass

The flower bloom
A sonic boom
For eyes not ears
Became as seers

On breeze were lift
How snow like drift
Small peddles light
Each one delight

The Orient
‘Twas backdrop lent
This classic frieze
Adds such relief

Now gone are they
Though memory stay
Clear image set
Sak’ra floret

Sunday, July 8, 2018

A Dance

From Forest to Sea, Second Beach near La Push Washington June 2018

And what of Love?

In memory –
I saw us there –
Her shimmering hair
As from afar.
A dancing star,
My arms that night
I held her close,
But never tight
My firm hands guide
Her lithe form glide
In rhythm beat
Two meet then match
Moves blend our worlds
And fevered pitch
To this arm switch
It’s true, my aim
To make her shine
How does she look?
Her graceful moves
Her swinging hips
And heaving breasts
Her eyes! Her lips!
I’m simply there
To show the rest
Present her best
An envy yes
A vaulting crest

I got it right!
Blazing poise!
Oh elegance!

This aim was mine
There at her side
Her radiance
Upon me shine
Simply sublime

And what of love?
‘Tis just the same!
I feel her move
Match rhythm’s beat
With passion’s heat
Fond hearts replete.

This love and aim
We gain

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Meeting Places

Sakura, Hikrkata Japan April 1981

To Japan I arrive in March
The rain falls I stand and watch
Streets black and wet
Cold and damp and evening met
In drab of grays and black
People dress against the night
Shop lights dance reflecting white
From train to home
Folks walk and roam
My mind was cast
To a time now past
A similar scene
Seattle: The city of green

Sunday, June 24, 2018


Canyon De La Zorra, Mexico May 2018

A friend of mine
He has a son
T’was tangled in
Like Heroin

Could I for him
Come sing a hymn?
Ward wicked jinn?
Show paths from sin?

I spoke some truth
At first aloof
Son wanted proof
His life a spoof

The truth was good
He understood
Then started back
Stayed near the track

Gardening in spring
Though fresh seeds bring
The crabgrass spread
In an onion bed

To let it start
Was not smart
If left alone
All overgrown

I pulled and pried
All I espied
But sure as not
Won’t get the lot

In two weeks’ time
I’ll return and find
I need to pull
A bucket full

Roots run deep
And evils seeps
I’ll return to call
To extract all