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, October 15, 2017


Lover's Beach Cabo San Lucas Mexico September 2017

I told a story to a group of peers
A hero who died far from here
Who went to war strong and young
But died a hero far from home

My eyes welled, I could not speak
No return from across the sea
Later one approached and asked
“Was he close, your friend, and fast?”

“I felt the pain that wrapped your words”
“Your love into my heart did bore”
I kindly answered, “I did not know”
“A specific hero, I did not show”

Oh that love that’s taken leave
Those many families left to grieve
Who waited at the threshold there –
Homecoming warrior’s hug to share

For whom loss - their only gain
To never see their face again

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Paper Cups

One Kilometer Cable Ride, Mira Flores Mexico, September 2017

I collect my experiences
In a paper cup
I pour them in
Yet it never fills up

The cup is magic
Or of something such
When peering inside
It’s all too much

Yesterday’s things
Laid in neat
What tomorrow brings
Will those things seat

I suppose as long
As I have my cup
Continue doing
It can’t fill up

Stop doing things
Placed on a shelf
And that’s the day
My cup’s topped off

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Haggis The Sheep

Iguana for hire, Cabo San Lucas Mexico, September 2017

Haggis the sheep
Without a peep
Snuggled deep
To fall asleep
In Tully’s little arms
Awoke at dawn
Sang Tully’s songs
Played all day long
When it got late
She couldn’t wait
To fall asleep
Snuggled deep
Without a peep
Haggis the sheep

‘Til morning dawn
In Tully’s arms
Was fast asleep
Haggis the sheep

When she awoke
He got a poke
Always in reach
Haggis the sheep

They played all day
He never strayed
He never peeped
Haggis the sheep

When it was late
He couldn’t wait
In Tully’s keep
Haggis the sheep

Now dozing off
He cuddles soft
His dreams are sweet
Haggis the sheep

(Haggis the sheep is a stuffed animal belonging to my grand-daughter)

Sunday, September 24, 2017


Morning Breakers, San Jose del Cabo Mexico, September 2017

You can quit before your journey’s end
When back is sore and knees won’t bend
Your painful feet these thoughts bring in
Yes, join the ranks of other men
Who lay on a stone near journey’s end
Not reaching home, didn’t stand again

Yet you know deep within your heart
There’s no option – you play your part

The road is long and pocked with ruts
Take a rest if you feel you must
Slow the pace and find a crutch
Dig in deep, shake off the dust
Work your plan, t’was never home or bust

Sunday, September 17, 2017

The Core

“Ew”, she said, you ate the core!
I’ve never seen that done before
Iron, Wood and Stone, Nishihongan-ji Temple, Kyoto Japan, March 2017
Isn’t that for the birds?
Or animals that stand in herds?

Yes, that is how you were taught.
But consider a different thought
Although all you’ve ever heard –
Is core’s for garbage and the birds?

Yet, what’s the texture?
What’s the taste?
Upon what are your choices based?
How does it feel between your teeth?
That pulpy flesh that holds the seeds
Of the core, now take heed –

Is it tender?
Is it tough?
Can you ever have enough?
Use your teeth and masticate?
Now describe the after taste?
How does it feel?
Worse than the peel?
Use your tongue, a savory feast
Yet you’ve only fed some beast?

Hold your tradition, I do not care
Just avert your eyes, please do not stare
I’m not from space
Your world to shake
Simply said the apple’s core
Is still an apple just a little more.