Fresh Eggs

Having fresh eggs

Would be so nice,

But I gag when

I consider what it

Would be like to

Maintain

A chicken coop.

 

Then I omit

That thought,

Knowing

I would never

Own a chicken coop

Anyway.

 

So much for

The possibility

Of fresh eggs.

 

 

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Loving

Sometimes people float into

Our lives, and they stay a while.

 

You don’t know how long

They will be there.

 

Sometimes you become friends,

Due to common interests,

Or common experience.

 

And sometimes that friendship

Blooms into something more.

 

Sometimes you really care

About each other,

 

And sometimes, you fall in love.

 

From there, at least for a while,

Things sometimes go nicely,

 

But often, one or the other

Brings the sting of pain

 

Into the relationship.

And from there,

 

The relationship is tested.

Can the love withstand

 

The pain, or is there

Reason to break?

 

Such is the path,

That some tread lightly,

 

And some go through

Full-force, future-be-damned.

 

Either way,

Sometimes love is fickle,

 

And sometimes love

Turns into war.

 

One never knows

What to expect,

 

When one falls in love.

 

 

 

Carry on Tuesday #110

Honestly Me

Staying true,

And being blue.

 

Standing here,

Showing no fear.

 

On the threshold

Of something new,

 

Something honest,

Some don’t do.

 

Showing one’s faults,

Showing one’s doubts,

 

Not hesitating

To leave the big house.

 

No cover, no shame,

No hiding one’s name.

 

Just being me.

Do you dare to do

 

The same?

 

 

Writer’s Island

Week #25

Encounter

Crushing arms of death

Come down from the sky.

 

I ask, I plead again,

The tried old question, “Why?”

 

Fearing worse than death,

I run as fast as I can.

 

Nothing left but now.

No time to prove a man.

 

What is worth it?

Life is such a chance.

 

To commit or to be free,

A question of romance.

 

A decision must be made,

At least according to the rest.

 

To measure up to snuff,

To pass their crazy test.

 

 

Nothing Anymore

I came close,

Or at least I thought.

 

I prayed.

I read the Bible.

 

I went to church.

I worshipped “Someone”

 

Whom I believed to be God.

I “fellowshipped” with other believers,

 

Or I tried, anyway.

I read devotional books,

 

Yearning to improve

My spiritual relationships.

 

Over the years, it happened,

Slipping through my fingers,

 

I lost touch, I lost Him,

Then, nothing.

 

 

Carry on Tuesday #109

 

Something Else

Come through the twists and turns,

Out of the darkness and the howling moon.

 

Come inside to be comfortable,

To belong, to be welcome.

 

You have a future where

You have a good place.

 

We will love you and give to you

All that you need and desire.

 

We will help you find in this world

The key to fulfillment and success.

 

You will realize that this world

Is not as scary as it seems.

 

You will find that someone cares,

Someone loves you,

 

And all is not lost,

Not by any means.

 

 

 

Poetic Asides

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 136