Unique

One day I was sitting in my car
At a stop light, and I noticed
That each and every person
On the face of the earth,

From the beginning of time,
Is unique.
We don’t look the same,
Or if we do,

We don’t talk the same,
Or if we do,
We don’t act the same,
Or if we do,

We don’t think the same.
Now, I realize that’s all debatable,
And, of course,
Subject to scientific study,

But don’t you think
It’s pretty amazing
How many different kinds
If people there are

On this earth?
I think it’s very cool.
Can that be an accident?
And, better yet,

Out of all those different people,
Isn’t it cool how, deep down,
We’re all pretty much the same?
I think it is very cool.

A Wanna-Be Poet

Jumping in, I hesitate,
Rocking back and forth,
On the edge of a cliff.
Finally, I leap!

Crashing to the bottom,
I hit with a thud,
Rolling over to a stop.
Carefully, I push myself up

Onto my hands and knees,
Feeling that my ankle
May be sprained.
“My luck,” I mutter to myself.

If only I had thought
To pack a parachute!
Jumping into the Grand Canyon
Can be a challenge sometimes.

I worry so much
If anyone cares.
I wonder if anyone
Will understand.

Will they appreciate me?
Do I really have talent,
Or am I fooling myself?
Such are the concerns

Of a wanna-be poet
Like me.

A Wanna-Be Poet

Jumping in, I hesitate,
Rocking back and forth,
On the edge of a cliff.
Finally, I leap!

Crashing to the bottom,
I hit with a thud,
Rolling over to a stop.
Carefully, I push myself up

Onto my hands and knees,
Feeling that my ankle
May be sprained.
“My luck,” I mutter to myself.

If only I had thought
To pack a parachute!
Jumping into the Grand Canyon
Can be a challenge sometimes.

I worry so much
If anyone cares.
I wonder if anyone
Will understand.

Will they appreciate me?
Do I really have talent,
Or am I fooling myself?
Such are the concerns

Of a wanna-be poet
Like me.

Tribe Martians

Tribe north arrange elevation
Collate Arabian topple creases
Tack tubes orange ant ticks
Tear tree ventilating orb reaching

Port power packs prevent pushing
Pick prepubescent pinwheel piles
Yank yams Ill ink ear ends oinking
All exactly before jail runes about

Letter quotes heavy harassing hankies
Like loud leaves leaving underneath
Pouring pills miffed whipped weak
Tea bag dead Zoroastrian Martians