The Seasons






The Moment You Can’t Ignore

Puzzle the black
Embrace the abyss
Become your truth
And learn to fish

To pen your thoughts
Now that is a bold-faced dream!
So grip the seasons
And welcome trades winds –
Yes, come along with me

To watch words swirl, across the world
And awaken a smile in a Parisian girl,
Then chase down a Dublin sunrise
And find their way back to a building
Nestled between Pines

Skeletal images
Turned blood and flesh
A wandering hidalgo
On a chivalric quest

A man with no name
A tiring friend
A red-haired sprite hums
Where lives never end

A song for the ages,
An immigrant sings
The flip of fresh pages,
A sorrowful king.

A ranger in a tavern
Rising from his quiet post,
Returning to his heritage
Of which he knows the most

All of these places
Faces, and things
In search of the power
Of an ancient ring

But in the end
The journey’s the prize
It wasn’t the ring that you waited for –

Three cheers for 28 years
These moments you can’t ignore.

3 Quotes For Students

“Education is the passport to the future.” – Malcolm X

“Don’t let someone else’s opinion of you become your reality.” – Les Brown

“Don’t look to others to define ‘value’. Create it for yourself.” – Ted Boughter-Dornfeld



That’s why I like dogs. They’ll walk down that very last road with you. In the dark. When they smelled the gunpowder 3 miles back.


What You Can Do

If only you knew
Just what you could do
When you’re just being you
And you’re doing the best
That you can do.

Still Searching

Peaking over the rusted metal stands
to the leafy ground below.

In the distance, the point of a citadel
stings, as church bells ring.

The search for solid ground –
for knowing without garishly showing,
for dreaming without sleeping;

This balance that eludes
the most agile tightrope walkers.

The shadow of a guardian,
the one behind the nostalgic lens.

One day, these two will be
more than good friends.
More than just cousins.

Brothers, perhaps –
Yes, they will have
their struggles.

Red-coated anger.
Green and grey envy.

But this bond
must not be broken.

Still searching.

Poetry by Ted Boughter-Dornfeld Copyright © 2011

Do It Well

“To learn the difference between doing a job, and doing a job well; this makes all the difference.”

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