I light a fire,

First knowing not why

And by and by the fire delights

It grows not knowing whither nor why

But soon enough there’s light ‘nough for all

And with the brightness of this brand new star

I see the reason and hear the rhyme

I know it always had to be so

For in the shadow of this bright beam’s glow

I see the show, how brilliant how grand

The greatness and wonders,

They now have been wrought

You’ve blessed me dear father

The price has been paid

Now it is time to go out and play

Delighting and dancing out in the sun

It’s a new time, it’s my time

My chance to collapse

And come to my own

Brilliantly shine

Supernova I’m home.

Love Child

I’m a lo, lo, l’ouve child

Hear me speak

Saying truths you’d rathern’t meet

Out o darkness dare I creep

From your depths do I declare


I’m not rare

But rather fond

O your heart

Where I can’t frown

Where I can’t crown my own demise

And where I drown in your despise


Give me liberty or keep me deaf

For I cant take all of these lies

They’re too many

It’s hard to see

I am re-burning

And my eyes bleed

As they open to this world

That in darkness holds a key.

I’m in love.

The Man In The Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn’t your father, or mother, or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

He’s the fellow to please – never mind all the rest
For he’s with you, clear to the end
And you’ve passed your most difficult, dangerous test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

–Peter Dale Wimbrow Sr.

Love is No. 1

Play with my words it’s not always words at first sight:


Life’s a miracle not a mirage

But go ahead and look

A visionary in a world of icons.

See them for what they are,

No more no less than you 2.

We all just hue-mans

Find your color,

Know and own

Your dye and stain.

Ain’t no shame, we are.

We here,

For Liberty and Happiness,

Cuz we ain’t just.

We one of many

And often are many

For the ones we love.

The Abnormal is Not Courage

The Poles rode out from Warsaw against the German
Tanks on horses. Rode knowing, in sunlight, with sabers,
A magnitude of beauty that allows me no peace. 
And yet this poem would lessen that day. Question
The bravery. Say it’s not courage. Call it a passion.
Would say courage isn’t that. Not at its best.
It was impossible, and with form. They rode in sunlight,
Were mangled. But I say courage is not the abnormal.
Not the marvelous act. Not Macbeth with fine speeches.
The worthless can manage in public, or for the moment.
It is too near the whore’s heart: the bounty of impulse,
And the failure to sustain even small kindness.
Not the marvelous act, but the evident conclusion of being.
Not strangeness, but a leap forward of the same quality.
Accomplishment. The even loyalty. But fresh.
Not the Prodigal Son, nor Faustus. But Penelope.
The thing steady and clear. Then the crescendo.
The real form. The culmination. And the exceeding.
Not the surprise. The amazed understanding. The marriage,
Not the month’s rapture. Not the exception. The beauty
That is of many days. Steady and clear.
It is the normal excellence, of long accomplishment. 

–Jack Gilbert

Hue R U?

Be yourself and no one else

For what’s the use if you aren’t true

You’ll never have existed and your kind will just extinct


I’ve seen red and know purple

Who are you? What is your hue?


There’s no use in reproducing what’s been made

You’ll never get to play as a backup number two

Sitting on the bench is what you’ll do,

Watching from the sidelines

Seeing what a better “you” can do


Living in a shadow dampens what makes you

Step into the sun let it warm you and present you to the world.