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, December 10, 2017


Ben in a Snoqualmie Pass Snow Cave, Washington, January 1999

Each crystal unique –
Each mountain peak
I see the meme –
Newly seen
Not the clone
Few stand alone
That singular rhyme
That I find
Or nests of words
Set to whirl
You there – CREATE!
That I be sate

Sunday, December 3, 2017


Mesa Temple Christmas Lights, Mesa Arizona, December 2017

A thing to sell
A truth to bend
Stale stories tell
Then pull you in
To grab your eyes
Walk past deceit
A den of lies
Repose retreat

Away from home
I sat alone
Turned the TV on
Though not for long
I rarely watch
No I never watch
And so was shocked
At what I saw
How bad the lines
And actors pine
The scene a moan
Now commercials groan

Who watches this?
The thought recall
Wait, do not hiss –
I do not wish
To know at all.

Sunday, November 26, 2017


To live life through the eyes of a poet
Is to feel the colors of a rainbow
And appreciate a syllable

To hear with your heart a melody in a flowing stream
To feel cold wet snow and not pull away,
The more to love a summer’s day
Lake Havasu at Dusk, Lake Havasu City, Arizona, November 2017

With courage to consider a way
To delve through depth and sorrow
Embraced in words what brings today
The unsung tears of tomorrow

All is not beauty but beauty abounds  
To place a hand on the sculpted stone
Or mud thatched ruin
Though centuries span
Can you feel the builder’s hand?
What pains?
What cares?
What loves they share –
With you and I
Does it make you cry?
It could.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

The Sword

Peruvian Stone Works, Lima Peru, October 2005
They rushed the rifles, lance and swords?
For a cause that was another’s words
For moral truth or despotic greed
Yet rushed the sword indeed

Upon the ground lay all around
The men with mortal wound
They’d taken from another man
What God had given them

And in the moment of death inflict
Or mortal wound accept
Did they justify or lay aside
Their mind, their will and fate?

To sit where safe and contemplate
Just what before had taken place,
To bring what peace I’ve found,
What gratitude unbound.

I find it hard to ruminate
With others in a room ‘til late
We cry or laugh and then recess,
Step through the door on our egress

Lives thrown away, if not today,
Then yesteryear - tomorrow
To take from men all they have
Has surely brought some sorrow

Lofty circumstance falls short!
Is every cause a grand affair?
Worth living or worth dying for?

Not all! Yet a few surely are.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

The Quilt

Pens and squares of colored cloth
Denise's Quilt, Gilbert Arizona, made October 2016
To friends who then knew she had lost
A battle where there was no cure
They wrote kind words to comfort her

Soft colored cloth in patterns sewn
The quilt on stands upon the ground
They tied it off and stitched the edge
Presented it as she lay in bed

She’s long since passed but I retain
All the things that she obtained
Among the prized I have this quilt
It goes with me when I’m about

Sunday, November 5, 2017


Tarantula on Granite Mt Trail, Prescott Arizona, October 2017

As sun moves to the southern sky
The shadows shift and weather’s shy
The autumn days though shorter still
Are more than welcome here

I move outdoors with cooler days
Spending time and longer stays
I do not grudge the summer heat
The autumn breeze I appreciate.