Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To standby and go the extra mile, To do as told, as though I were a child. Would it have mattered one little bit, To have acted unscathed by all…

Lush green fields Swaying with the cool breeze With sun shining bright Like gold it shines But does the sunshine spread evenly everywhere? I doubt! And so, rely on the technology These robo@fields do an awesome job Believe me or check it out for yourself…

When I was a child They always told me The night is for sleeping When I got older I discovered That wasn’t the only purpose The night is for secrets Told in the dark Not to be burned by the sun The night is for…

What a surprise to find you here Though where you came from isn’t clear All alone, seemingly aloof Hiding from the common people Over here by the church steeple Lurching on this concrete roof Sugar maple for the win!

Honey Hive Oh perfect, coordinated machinations Colony in tandem, unison Self-regulating, cultivating, communicating, replicating Glowing hexagonal precision Electric buzz of glass wings Over factory conditions Yellow gold waxen beauties Building the future

Green Grey, brown Competing Colours of life Sprawl across the map in patchwork patterns. Blocks of brick flats stand almost back-to-back But still a patch Of wild ground Is found Here, There, Spaces In between The managed land A sudden spark of wilderness breaks forth….

herons on the catwalk true feathered supermodels with long legs, long necks  graceful detached gait slender head & perhaps  the only accoutrements Claudia, Naomi or Elle  are short on — a dagger shaped bill languorous flight style long leisurely wingstrokes  gliding silently slightly into land…

The heavens know when you have been found. After wandering in darkness that started within Once you have exhausted yourself from the burdens of life Following the sea of tears and valleys of regret The heavens have been waiting to shine a light The heavens…

In response to Langston Hughes “Harlem” Strange enough I find myself thinking of you. Sitting here reminiscing about our forgotten fruit. The hopes and dreams we had in hopes of a life together.   Predicting we could withstand any storm together. I take your hands…

Dear Eve, Mother of all creation. Do you remember the day that you wanted to know it all? You got all that you wanted. We all did. We know everything We understand nothing. jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon