Ted Shaffer's Poems


The Red Oak Tree
By Theodore L. Shaffer, Jr.

The Red Oak tree that stands so strong
Reveals shape beauty, sings wind’s song,
Yet Spring adorns with flowers long.
In Summer’s green we look ahead
When Fall robes it in gold or red
Till Winter makes it seem as dead.
But Spring returns, as does the tree
With restful shade and ease for me.

Author's Note: Written in response to the article from Glenn Currier, which said
At one point, “For all that the oak is strong, it will never flower

"The Red Oak Tree" Copyright © 10/3/2017 by Theodore L. Shaffer, Jr.

Editor's Note: Here is a link to the article Ted referred to above: http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20170927-the-words-that-can-make-us-calmer
Glenn Currier

By Theodore L. Shaffer, Jr.

Your gaze was westward, on the bluff.
Beneath the setting sun, the beach
Kept blushing, as the sea rushed up
To kiss its cheek time after time,
Until the sun fell off horizon's edge.
And, all the while, your joyous eye
Loved and caressed each fleeting view.

"Sunset," Copyright © 2016 by Theodore L. Shaffer, Jr.

Editor's note: This poem is a response to poetic prompt # 21.

Permanence Denied
By Theodore L. Shaffer, Jr.

The patient and persistent ocean raised
In waves and dashed against the ageless cliff
Of stone, and then withdrew to dash itself
Again, until, in years unnumbered, wore
The wall of stone away.

The flowing river reached beneath the flow
And gathered tiny grains of sand to be
It's fingers as it scratched and gouged it's way
Down through the frozen stone to carve a gorge
Which future generations would admire
In sheer amazement at the water's force.

And we are less resistant than the stone,
For time will also wear us all away.

"Permanence Denie," Copyright c 2016 by Theodore L. Shaffer, Jr.
Posted April 23, 2016

Hawaii Visit
By Theodore L. Shaffer, Jr.

A boat took me to see whales wave their tails-
They never breached, did not approach,
So I must use computer wiles to give
Appearance they are close.
Along the verdant coast to Hana grew
Some Rainbow trees, bark multihued,
Then mango trees, now burdened with
A mass of large green fruit.
In rich blue sea the waves swelled up sky blue
And crested into snowy foam,
Then dashed themselves upon unyielding rocks
And sprayed into the sky.
On rutted trail an olive truck bore us
To trudge a path through jungle lush
And view a secret waterfall, (nay five),
And taste a guava picked.
Across a frozen lava lake I strode
And panted climbing steeply out;
O'erlooked an active crater spewing steam,
Saw Mauna Kea with white domes.
Waimea Canyon, deep, wide, green and red
Extracted wonder and delight.
I learned from luau legend, dance and food;
Fern Grotto then showed more.
At Harbor Pearl I grieved in silence for
The men cut down that fateful day,
(Some long interred beneath the waves).
Their sacrifice was great.
And yet, the Islands call me back to see
What I missed seeing - there's so much.
They call to me, "Come back, come back again".
Yes, I must go again.

"Hawaii Visit," Copyright © 2012 by Theodore L. Shaffer, Jr.
Posted August 30, 2012

Rose Island Lighthouse
By Theodore L. Shaffer, Jr.

We climb aboard the good boat, Patriot,
And captain eases out in Newport Bay
Past tall ships docked, awaiting their next time
To sail. How eager they appear! We see
The seaward view of mansions - summer home
Of magnates long since gone; then tiny boats
As children sail, perfect their skills. Ahead
Rose Island looms - and soon we crunch ashore
To be enthralled with tales of lighthouse life.
The gravel beach mounts to a rocky point
Where house-like, whitewashed, stands the lighthouse with
The light above it all, a flag unfurled
Beside. A doghouse replica nearby awaits
A furry resident. We learn that we
Could there reside a week or two if we
Could pay the price, but not today, for our
Itinerary draws us on. As we
Depart, the Newport Pell Bridge spans the Bay

"Rose Island Lighthouse," Copyright © 8/21/2012 by Theodore L. Shaffer, Jr.
Posted August 30, 2012

By Ted Shaffer

The dull, gray, run-down town lay in the cold
Unsympathetic snow, which coated the
Unsympathetic land. How long the town
Had bustled with a vital, pulsing life
As people went about their way. They lived
A simple life contained within the town.
That life, they thought, would last through all their days,
But then a far-off government decreed
That they must go. And so the people left.
The cold and muddy streets bore footprints and
Deep ruts of carts as people trudged away.
A lonely wind sang mornfully around
The empty houses which had once been homes
And that gray run-down town lay in the cold.

Posted January 7, 2012
"Anadevka," Copyright © 2012 by Theodore Schaffer

Author's Note: Another PIP member, John Call, has written a response/follow--up poem, which is posted on his poems page of this site as well.
I hope you who read our poems enjoy mine, and his, too

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