I’m Home

The arms of nature is where I live

A loving cocoon 

No ridicule 

No scorn

 

Things the way they used to be

The forests mist rise at first light

A wolfs sweet song 

The bats swift flight 

 

Traversing the rapids

Of the mighty Grand Canyon

Visiting tribes

In the Amazon

Into a canoe I’d happily glide

Paddle to paradise to see all the 

Brightly colored birds

Breath a huge palm tree I’d sit

 

Flirt with turtles and gators and

Little black squirrels 

Grow flowers galore

And swim in the sea

 

Watch dolphins play 

And manta’s fly 

The water to them

So much like the sky

 

Then when the sun starts

To dip it’s bright crown 

Beyond the horizon 

To sleep for the night

I’d tuck in my wings

To fly steadily home to the nest 

Where’s he’s waiting patiently for me

The Hawk calls me home 

That’s where I will be

Cheese Please

In France it’s called a light fromage 

Yet for the cameras it’s Marmoset

In a pot it melts to a special sauce

And then it becomes a thick fondue 

Mexico uses lots of Queso

Upon hot chips it can be found 

Jalapeño’s dipped into ranchero

Taste much, much better splashed with Queso 

 

The Germans they have got the touch 

For Hartkäse and Schnittkäse

But my favorite shining star

Is Hartkäse from Württemberg

 

Turn the corner and you will see

A cheese with holes from a Swiss factory

Baby Swiss is great it’s true

Yet Emmental is all the rage

And so at last it comes to pass

That yellow cheese is made by Kraft

Not aged, nor sharp nor holes a one

But in the USA it beats them all

What Is A Poem?

What is a poem

But a four lettered word

Structured just so

By the poets of the world 

What is a poem 

But a beckoning mistress

Calling and calling 

To write words of distress 

 

What is a poem

But an unstructured sonnet

Beckoning young women

To loosen their bonnets

 

What is a poem

But a peculiar Haiku 

Completely confusing 

To the likes of me and you 

 

What is a poem

But a tangle of lies

It’s web can bring pain

It holds our souls when we cry

Ode to Tala

When first I saw your gleaming white hair, laid along

the pink expanse of your

skin,

with your lovely long nose and sweet little ears,

‘twas then I decided you would be mine.

For long I had to wait, not to rush the nurturing of

nature and

time,

but oh did it pain me to leave you inside, that cold

and uncaring place with no name but you knew

upon my return, with me you would

go.

The ache it grew stronger, each night an agonizing

torture knowing what gift waited for

me,

but the vestige of time nearly wore me down and

thrice I near threw caution to the wind and claimed

you as my very

own. This road to you was treacherous, odorous, no

arduous, perhaps odorous and

onerous.

Yet here I stand before you, your papers in my

hand. Place the sweet pink collar around your neck

with a steady hand and steadfast

love,

The matching leash clicks into place, you stand

proudly by my side. It’s you I beckon with a smile,

“Come on girl, let’s go home!”

 

Walking at Night

Walking at night without a sound,
Stepping so lightly
Over the cool ground.

What do I see looking up at me?
Two little peepers
Darting faster than I could see.

Around the corner I go
Until up under my nose
A firefly buzzed setting it all aglow.

What else did I meet
Walking down that street
A mean old bear with two left feet.

I said to the bear,
Tell me why is it so,
You’re wearing your shoes without any toes.

On further I walked
My shoes did clip-clop
Until I met a donkey and boy did he balk.

Oh my said I frightened out of my wits
No worries said he
Inviting me to sit.

So I sat down right there
With my nose all aglow
And shared this silly story about the shoes with no toes.

Time

I look into the mirror fair
And wonder at the white hair there.
Just a short day or two ago
My hair was brown with flecks of gold.

And these little crinkles around my eyes
Remind me of how fast time flies.
Around my lips my skin so soft
Just now feels like a sanding cloth.

These eyes now cloudy and indistinct
Were once the color of deepest mink.
On further down, I dare to look
The end of my nose has got a crook.

This little old lady I’ve become
The physical beauty long time gone.
What’s left is now for all to see
My name’s not Ami, it’s now Granny.

“just be still, and listen”

Be it morning time
When sun does rise
Across the golden plains
And ducks and doves and hawk alike
Take flight unto the sky
Just be still, and listen

Or noontime when
the lunch bell rings
Singing a happy tune
Of food to come and a
Sated tongue
Just be still, and listen

And on the eve of the brightest day
As Ladybugs and June bugs scurry
Away to find a place their heads
To rest for tomorrow’s day is longer still
The day a life to a whippoorwill
Just be still, and listen

Into the night the creatures call
To find their one true love
Archaic voices fill the dark
The owl does hoot and the raven it caws
From forested hill to city park
Just be still, and listen

So when the morning light returns
Again to bathe the Earth in glory
Remind yourself and those you love
Don’t rush, don’t fret let’s
Take a breath and
Just be still, and listen

Let Me Be

“I am begging: Let me be lonely but not invisible.” – Natalie Diaz

To be alone

Can be lonely

To be invisible

Is to be nothing at all

I Can Hear You

The sounds so muffled for so long
Are now becoming clearer
Distant voices unheard before
Echo coming nearer

I hear the sound but have no sight
No voice no movement can I make
My breath does not come on its own
These breathy sounds are naught but fake

We’ve tried three times I hear them say
You must decide what must be done
Her brain is gone as is her soul
Her battle now can not be won

This strangling thing that’s in my throat
Prevents my voice from crying out
Do not remove this vent just yet
I am still here, please don’t forget

It will be done just as you ask
Tomorrow ‘morn before first shift
She’ll go to sleep she’ll feel no pain
She’ll be adrift before the rain

Before the bell rings in the day
I knew my time would come
At dawns first brilliant shining light
My doomsday bell was rung

She did not die they all proclaimed
The pastor slipped away
And with a fright they all did start
to hear me suddenly say,  I could hear you every day

Just Say Yes

Fifteen years old and full of life
Full of spice
Full of things not understood
Fifteen years old and wished I had
Just said yes

Eighteen years and feel so old
Decisions made
Time to leave home
College can wait I naively voiced
How I wish I had just said yes

Twenty-two and one marriage down
Not what I expected and now
Not what I want
Come with me and we’ll be fine
I should have just said yes

Twenty-four and wandering, wondering
Which way should I go
Posters say to join up now
See the world and learn a skill
Why oh why didn’t I just say yes

Come home for a bit
They said to me
Figure things out and then you’ll see
A happier person you could be
And still I didn’t say yes

Forty years later and all alone
Mistakes I’ve made do not compare
To living with a person who just couldn’t care
Who wanted me to be a person I was not meant to be
Why couldn’t he have just said yes to me

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