Poem 17

 

Words too often

Betray

The way we feel

Before

We are able to understand

Ourselves.

Silence is no better

At clocking what we feel.

To be visible

Animate

Vibrant

Moving

Is to be understood.

Poem 17

 

Clay pots hover up above

While glass breaks all around

Smashing crashing bashing sounds

Race across the channels of God's Dolby town.

3-D, 4-D, Every-D imagined

Look across the canyon's rim

Absorb wonder and beauty like bounty towels

Till the apple cobbler snips a nail head off

And sunset wanders in around us

Evening then surrounds us and

Midnight waits ahead

Poem 16

 

When the brain drain causes pain;

Ripe watermelon gushes with the dawn;

Green apples fall like stones;

And green beans harvest themselves –

Beware the salmon swimming towards the tree -

The squirrel flying towards the waves

The bright bird burrowing into the dirt.

All are the savage dark reaching out -

The edge of dark sweeping all in its path.

Chanting, Panting, Granting, Planting

Spring arrives.

 

Poem 15

 

You cannot flirt with the dirt;

Nor ask it out to tea.

If you take it to your Starbucks

They'll sigh and say "Just leave."

It's there for shoveling, raking or hoeing;

A place to put your crop when sowing;

Something to spot you shirt or pants;

A lovely place for raising ants.

 

Poem 15

 

A new word fell upon my ear

Gi-Nor-mus; Gi-Nor-Mus; Gi-Nor-Mus

I hear.

Is it giant; gigantic; enormous; or more?

Ginormus thighs

One lady lamented;

Ginormus value

One pitch man said;

Ginormus dinner

One cook exclaimed.

A new word fell like a leaf from a tree.

Playing with language helps keep us all free.

Poem 14

 

Spam, ham, run with a ram

Life turns over, around and down.

Squirrels scamper,

Laundry hampers

Quickly moving in the day.

Dark of night; lack of light

And allergy season the reason

Football is played in the fall.

Wall-eyed whales beached in Wales

Call upon the new-born dawn.

Poem 13

 

Black cats and flying bats -

With other signs of trouble;

Cough and hack and don't turn back

Tomorrow trip and falls apart

While raging after what's to come

In terms of clever finance.

Crash and burn and bailout weary

Ideas flow into the land.

Poem 12

A Song of Epic Disappointment

 

Lemon apples mixed by hand

Holding promise of sweet beginnings.

Or loud voices shouting silence

With hammers pounding

Lemon mush and apple bash.

To this rattled fest Evan cometh -

Drawn by smells of sounding boards.

Humming William Tell and sleeps

Astride great Silver bereft of

Silver bullet and mask –

Hero yes; hero maybe; hero sandwich no-the-less.

Pounding rounding riding shoots

He eats and leaves.

Poem #11

Dueling dodging dogged dull

Daring doers drawn dignify

Fun and games.

Hollow faces mark visited places

Where bloated budgets

Rest in the sun.

Maxwell ate while Wendy wove

A tale of dentists and drills

Doctors and pills

Till Sarah left for the train.

It is

too nice

a day

to spend it

reading

bad poetry

Poem #10

Rain runs left to right

While snow falls down to the ground –

The whisper of water deep in the ground

Shouts above the raucous cry

And hapless hippos hike uptown

Grinding fields of grain to flour

As thousands of guppies gallop and fly

Hundreds of feet up into the sky

Without the benefit of water

Just sky.

Poem #9

 

Morning, morning, morning, morning

Start each day

Begin new things

Have new hope

Embrace new dreams

Set new goals

Take next steps

Poem #8

Afternoons without often lack

rabbits
rats running riding and song

many things

only waiting for evening

hoping for change

makes a quarter into a big deal

any change at all

brings back the possible

the running the raging the surfing

the all that daytime offers

Poem #7

Mad mockingbirds flit in and out

While horny hogs holler, grunt, sustain -

Straining brains striving ears flaring lips

With sounds of the nightless night by day;

Apples ripening

Cherries explode

Grapes being just as they are -

Something silent in the night

But oh so alive by the windy light of day.

Poem #6

 

Grain gags gargling daily

Salmon sip sweetly serene

Lemon fries and giant flies

Under catsup under stand.

Wind rain hollow sounds

Lightening boomers

Making Zoloft moments

In the quiet corners of my

Mind if I get up and go?

Poem #5

 

Hurried horses happy to hear

Winged missives massed in the sky -

Flapping, flagging, falling, flatted –

Hooves hobble wings with the ground

Talons take samples back up

And away

Breakfast lunch dinner today.

Poem #4

Bad prose arrived by post today.

Horrid dull grammarless grey

It sticks to the eye; no song to sing.

Consultant created; big bucks; still sucks.

Must have been a Santa Monica hit --

Reused; worn out; tedious prose

Making the old look greyer; tired; dull.

No cry from a vivid verb;

Lacks agile adverbs active antics

Fails to offer adequate adjectives; none alive.

Bad prose arrived by post today.

Bad prose bound for recycling's bin.

Poem #3

 

With wide eyed wonder all about

The roaming range runs across the way

Till time, temptation or Vaseline grid and stop

Like gears on a clutch less ride

While rain and wind hold cold loads

Arrive inside to the auto shop

Where the labor of Hercules await

Poem #2

Passionless puppies wrapped round sticks of gold

Call endlessly to fish at sea whose lights shine bright

Waiting for green giants their valley to behold

Where wailing walrus rumpus in the mist

Of day becoming crowded, dark and grey

Lights dim stage left as cats take stage by stage

The world awaiting tap and song and glee.

Poem #1

When rabbit chase the gorilla home

With donging dangles all asunder

Then common is the smithy's voice

Clanging in the valley

Pounding rabbit flesh to ploughshares

Waiting for dinner held up by salmon's flight

Till tomorrow and next Wednesday collide again

Making weak ends of us all.