Oh sure, there's Joe, he's writin' home
To his wife and family... but me?
I've been alone since first I set to sea.
The pinging of the sonar, and the turning of
Our screws are the only company that I
Really cannot lose... 'cause when Joe gets mad,
Or me at him, and tempers really flash...
It takes a man to turn to prayer...
And so, dear Lord, perhaps You see
The perils here beneath the sea.

I guess you know Joe, and his family,
And maybe, please, you might know me?

Well, I guess I'd better go, God,
It seems we have some trouble,
The engineers are screaming that
We've gone and lost our bubble...

...it's awful quiet now, Lord,
And perhaps they'll never know,
But tell the folks at home, Lord,
That we'll pray before we go.

John B. Moss
16 April 1963

As that old conundrum goes,
Use it or lose it. And if someone
Can't seem to remember
The exact time when their luv
Is gone for a treasured heirloom, i
Offer this advice for an old relic:
Note its history and recirculate.

John B. Moss
12 June 2010

When you don't
Have a care
In the world,
Sometimes you feel like
The song in your heart is
Leaking out, somehow,
Is escaping your lips and
Now the whole world knows;
Good vibes are resonating!

John B. Moss
13 April 2010

A collection of life's happenings. Brought to you in hard copy, available now through the publisher Miscelpage, also at Amazon.com, and soon to be available at bookstores everywhere.

I enjoyed writing these poems and I am confident you will enjoy reading
them. Place this book in your library; you will be coming back to read these poems again and again. Please share your thoughts and impressions now, and after you're read the book. After all, in order for grass to grow, rain has to happen.

How hard it is
At times,
To go away,
Escape.

To leave for
Other shores…

Surely, I
Ask, "Are
You

Going to be
OK without me?
Or can I
Dare to
Bid
You adieu?" Just don't
Enjoy my absence!

John B. Moss
10 January 2010

Image by Charmaine

I now have reached that 'Stage in Life' where
Nothing matters; let me assure you that I have
Some sense of responsibility, and that nothing
Onerous is meant by this statement. It's just that
Unless the conscious mind does not strive for a
Carefree attitude, to be free of anxiety and worry,
It is not possible to achieve this state of being.
Achieving the 'nothing matters' lifestyle is
Not tantamount to carelessness; on the contrary,
To really be 'Free' requires unceasing effort.

John B. Moss
2 October 1991

Scattered along the trail of time is hidden a track
Graveled and covered so as to obscure
Lives lost needlessly in battles not declared, and wherein
Immunization might have spared those souls. Whose camp
Issued the war cry, what enemy fights our cause
So noble, to preserve the race of
An honorable species capable of writing this line?

It is not from without we must seek our foe, but with
Lives constantly in anguish we must look within,
Address our antagonist on the very grounds
We know best - yet least - the cells of ourselves.

John B. Moss
18 May 1993

Clear skies umbrella'd the horizon for days, with a
Little breeze to break the monotony. No sunnier
Or balmier time existed in recent memory, and a
Utopian view of the world was not uncommon. I
Doubt if many saw the first wisps of cloud in
Bloom, flowering quickly and blossoming darkly as
Urgently they filled an aerial reservoir with moist
Rain-specks and blotted out the sun until no
Soul could mistake the pending fury, nor
Take a chance on finding shelter from the storm.

So of course the rain ran itself out, a basic
Urgent squall, that washed the earth and all
Not-sheltered when the fury broke so
Suddenly. Then it was over. It was a
Hasty act, and certainly, a faster
Impersonation of contriteness has
Never been seen as the black
Envelope of clouds withdrew from the sky.

John B. Moss
14 October 1991