Category: Poetry

Nothing escapes your watchful eye.

You were there

When I was under the fig tree.

You saw my sin, and

You heard my cry, deep inside.

You never left me.

Oh, I screamed aloud, but

It wasn’t to you.

I pounded my fists, but

Not at you.

But when I did those things

To the least of these,

I did them to you.

Daddy forgive me

For what I did.

Draw a circle.

Tell a lie.

Anything to keep

From eating

Humble pie.

Long strides

In a short race

Make for good stories,

But a bad face.

A rainbow

Across the sky.

How it trembles!

How it glistens!

Running to you

In a snowstorm.

Bringing you

With me.

Lightning strikes

Above my head.

Lord, to taste

That homemade bread!

Seeds from the sower.

Not another TED talk.

Realms of kindness

And laughter

Swirl around us.

Dream of hereafter

Out of town fuss.

Knowledge

In a cup of tea.

Can you see me?

Never again.

To be caught in three.

Sir Lancelot.

Christmas trees.

Love it or leave it.

No, that’s not true.

I can hear the birds chirping

Outside my window.

They sing and they fly

Around my backyard.

Yesterday my wife saw a raccoon

From the night before,

On her bird feeder camera.

As I sit in my chair, drinking coffee,

My tuxedo cat named Zeeb

Snoozes on my lap.

My wife is going to make

Vegetable beef soup tomorrow.

Should be tasty!

At home, waiting

For the delivery of a dishwasher.

Last night was a blood red moon.

My mom takes Ozempic.

She’s lost a lot of weight.

I’m tired of washing dishes.

But it’s not so bad.

My wife washes, while I rinse,

Stack and dry.

I took Rybelsus for a while.

Backed up my system,

And I was hurting.

Guess I won’t lose weight.

My Dad’s birthday is

This weekend.

I hope he likes his surprise.

Can you see

That thing in my rear view,

Flying at me?

Don’t say that we’re now through.

Polite carcasses

Make good soup.

Concrete messages

Accompanied your flute.

I like the piano

In that serenade.

Please, play.

Just one more day.

Follow me

Up the hill,

Then down

Into the bay.

Something smoothe

Goes true as few

And don’t say moo

Unless I ask you.

Start to decide.

We’ll go for a ride

To the other side.

I’ll seek. You go hide.

Oh, so I tried and tried

To make it fly.

But it just sat there

Then went inside.

Can you see how true

The red, white and blue?

Can you feel the shake

Of my knees as they quake?

Baloo is a bear

And I am a man cub.

What are you?

Ask me a question.

I’ll try not to lie.

I’ll give you an answer,

And then I shall fly

Away from here,

To a desert island

Where none shall fear.

Let’s do the twist

In the midst of this trip.

Let’s go to the end

And try not to spend

All of our wind,

My friend.

Do you deliver?

Is this for dine in or carry out?

Don’t forget to take out the trash.

And where

Is the Batman?

Meandering along,

I am struck by the thought

That it’s been a while

Since I’ve seen you.

So, perhaps, we can

Get together soon.

Ocean blue

For miles and miles,

Across the horizon.

A bird catches flight,

Nearby.

Where will it go from here?

Nobody knows,

And nobody can predict

What that bird will do.

I cannot. Can you?

Nature is unpredictable.

So is humanity.

And some are more than others.

Crawling out of my cave,

I search for a stick or a stone.

But, alas, my hands are empty.

Maybe I can find a pool of water.

And there, just over a hill,

Lies a little lake.

I bend over to take a drink,

And I see my reflection.

How unsightly!

I must bathe at once,

So I am clean and lovely.

But then what will happen

To the drinking water?

I must think about this.

It concerns me.

It flows down

From the mountain peaks,

To fill this basin.

It flows naturally.

And what comes and goes

In infinity,

Lives up to the saying,

“What will be, will be.”