of prose not purple
florid in its lack
of eloquence
of meter and or
cadence
in depth and substance
of shadows and moonlight
through which the sun
breaks
Monday, July 30, 2018
one more conversation
one more conversation
i wish we had
feelings to share
words to express
just one more time
so you could hear me say
that i love you
when you start your day
one more conversation
to see your eyes
mine filled with tears
to try
to say
not goodbye
but see you later
down this twisting road
our paths diverging
until...
i wish we had
feelings to share
words to express
just one more time
so you could hear me say
that i love you
when you start your day
one more conversation
to see your eyes
mine filled with tears
to try
to say
not goodbye
but see you later
down this twisting road
our paths diverging
until...
Sunday, July 29, 2018
interational tiger day part 1
tiger,
denizen of jungles, deep
if your species dies,
the earth shall weep
i am a tiger
on my land you encroached
i was born to live in freedom
not be by man, poached
denizen of jungles, deep
if your species dies,
the earth shall weep
i am a tiger
on my land you encroached
i was born to live in freedom
not be by man, poached
Saturday, July 28, 2018
Friday, July 27, 2018
here i sit
here i sit
as i surmise
should i pounce
forward
or should i hide
oh my life is in a
whirl...
not very easy
to be a squirrel.
as i surmise
should i pounce
forward
or should i hide
oh my life is in a
whirl...
not very easy
to be a squirrel.
lives in a frame
lives in a frame
a painting not named
two hearts no longer
beating
footprints now
faded
their world
complicated.
a painting created.
so quiet now
so sad the heart
memories torn open
truths exposed
the frailties of ourselves
and of those
in frames and in portraits.
why...
who knows.
a painting not named
two hearts no longer
beating
footprints now
faded
their world
complicated.
a painting created.
so quiet now
so sad the heart
memories torn open
truths exposed
the frailties of ourselves
and of those
in frames and in portraits.
why...
who knows.
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
senior eye tiss
if anybody thinks we senior citizens ever mature...
teehee that a pile o horse manure
perhaps it is not very healthy
but i still cannot resist a silly
senior selfie
teehee that a pile o horse manure
perhaps it is not very healthy
but i still cannot resist a silly
senior selfie
Monday, July 23, 2018
Saturday, July 21, 2018
Friday, July 20, 2018
the many red flowers
the many red flowers in our lives
parents children husband wives
animals we loved
and still adore
those who grace our lives
or are here no more.
the many red flowers
as their petals fall
savor each hour
as you love
them all.
parents children husband wives
animals we loved
and still adore
those who grace our lives
or are here no more.
the many red flowers
as their petals fall
savor each hour
as you love
them all.
too dazed
we do not dwell over
today's events
whatever happened
came and went
we catch our breath
so we are prepared
for whatever we have
to face
out there.
today's events
whatever happened
came and went
we catch our breath
so we are prepared
for whatever we have
to face
out there.
Thursday, July 19, 2018
dinotoepia
they walk by night
they hold your fingers
when the beaky bites
dinotoepia!
these are my pretty toes
they live due south
of my beaky nose
Monday, July 16, 2018
mist...repost
Mist
to those once with us,
who no longer remain,
we feel your loss,
and it causes pain.
but we know you are
in a place of peace,
with others, just like you,
whose troubles have ceased.
your tenure on earth
with us never enough,
yes we go on,
but at times it is rough.
who no longer remain,
we feel your loss,
and it causes pain.
but we know you are
in a place of peace,
with others, just like you,
whose troubles have ceased.
your tenure on earth
with us never enough,
yes we go on,
but at times it is rough.
Sunday, July 15, 2018
pigeon party
here we sit
most times each day
to commiserate
did things go
our way.
to aid a comrade
when in need
to find shelter in the moment
that we sometimes need.
although our lives and
paths may part
we sit in unison
and one heart.
most times each day
to commiserate
did things go
our way.
to aid a comrade
when in need
to find shelter in the moment
that we sometimes need.
although our lives and
paths may part
we sit in unison
and one heart.
Friday, July 13, 2018
mantra de jour
no more political kooky kabuki
all players are nuts and kinda
oooky
a bunch of self serving members
of the sandbox gang
more transparent and nasty
the louder they sang.
so left and right
middle and such
get over yourselves
and remember the peeps
and the country
thank you very much
all players are nuts and kinda
oooky
a bunch of self serving members
of the sandbox gang
more transparent and nasty
the louder they sang.
so left and right
middle and such
get over yourselves
and remember the peeps
and the country
thank you very much