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Month: May 2018
Granny
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In the Beginning
Earth created,
Simple enough.
Tiny creatures
Swimming around.
Eventually,
Dinosaurs:
Big bodies,
And little brains.
After a while
The land dried up.
Nothing left alive,
Almost.
Nature Walk
Leaves as green as ever.
Yellow and blue,
Pink and purple flowers,
Bordering the houses.
Spring gives way to summer.
Rain is in the air.
Birds are curled up in their nests.
Squirrels are darting here and there.
Carnivore
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Only meandering fried tangled absorbed
Grubby Things
Drop to the top
Flop down on the ground
Peace be to your knees
Please don’t mind the fleas
Dog hair on the stairs
Dust in the air, you must
Breath deeply just don’t
Kind of dirty in the front
Do you like a furry friend?
I will be sure to send
A little kitten to your house
It will help to catch a mouse
Living in rain clouds, loud
Thunder echoing down under
All the bugs want to come in
They have a slim chance
Of making our home theirs.
It’s not fair, our comfy lair
Is not meant to support grubby things!
Up in Space, Down to Earth
Reaching up to the top
The staircase winds between the stars,
Up in the dark sky.
The planets revolve around
Information.
Our efforts cling,
With space station chatter.
We dream in cycles.
Rainbows spill across the horizon.
The trees drip with rain drops,
Too heavy, falling
From fragile leaves.
Howls in the distance
Proclaim Mother Nature
As the ruler of us all.
Splashing in the river,
Fish jump and swim,
Frogs ribbit through dusk.
Birds hide in their nests,
Comfy for a night’s rest.
All is eventually quiet.
Nature has gone to sleep.
Stars Smiling
Speed collects beads
Of sweat on the seatbelt
Wrapped around my body.
Likening your smile
To a Star streak across the sky
On a mellow night.
The sun is bright this morning
As it rises above the hills.
See the birds fly
From the trees so frantically.
I bet one of them saw me
When I told you I loved you
In the tree, smiling, ear to ear.
Weatherman
Filled
To the rim
With anxiety,
Like a rising tide,
My feet don’t reach
The bottom.
I cannot get a sense
Of where I am.
Everything around me
Seems to happen
In slow motion,
While my emotions reel
Like tossing waves.
My mind tries to balance,
But is tossed about
Like a little boat.
Gravity plays with me
Like a child
With his toys,
Crashing them together,
And zooming them around.
I am natures plaything,
In the storm,
I am the storm,
I am a bystander,
I am a weather man,
Like an idiot,
Standing outside
In the wind and rain,
Talking to the camera
Until I can barely stand up.
Time to take my meds.
A Bit Moody
Jump into a lake.
A break is not coming.
The same, most likely,
Hate to tell you.
Bust a move.
At least, it won’t cost you.
Do you sense
The bitter unrest
Brewing in the balcony,
The test is the best
There is to offer.
I know the truth
On the underside.
The tide is taken,
A steaming staple,
A closing tunnel,
Running in circles
To tell the time,
Rhyming despite yourself.
Could it be
That time is ticking quietly?
You are the one
Who gives the go ahead.
You put it all together,
Earning a rubber ducky.
Brimming to the edge,
Out on a ledge.
See the end coming,
A million miles an hour,
Straight to the top.
Put it on the flyer.
No, I’m not a liar.
It’s mine, it’s fine,
It’s like the kind
Of thing you see
In the movies.
In the end,
It gets a bit moody.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 