Memory
So well behaved he was,
that cute little dog,
who used to leap around like a frog!
Until the days came,
Where he would just lay like a log.
He would hardly move off his bed,
that poor little dog.
Now, just a memory in my head!
Too Much Like Right
If you & I were just alike, one of us would not be necessary
Soooo, rejoice in your individuality & I’ll do the same
If everyone joined in , the world wouldn’t be so lame
Racial & sexually oriented prejudices wouldn’t exist
This would end tumultuous petty fights, but as my
grandmother used say, that’s just too much like right,
Stanza intervals. Prompt 6
Stanza 1 min;
Life is good
I smile at the sun
As I go for a run
Life is good
I am alive
I have my health
I have no wealth
I am alive
Stanza 2- 90 seconds
Movies are magical
They bring me to new worlds
They make my mind swirl
Movies are magical
In TV shows I get lost
I am brought into a new place
I can do so , from my own space
In TV shows I get lost
Stanza 3 – 2 minutes
Some times I worry
That noone love me
I am alone and cannot see
Some times I worry
Some times I worry
Where are you now
I wonder if I can make it some how
Sometimes I worry
I always worry
When my kids are involved
If they leave and forget to call
For my kids
I always worry
I always worry
When it comes to my dad
He does not love me, makes me sad
I always worry
I worry noone will love me
My dad doesn’t love me it true
He tells me and he would tell you
I worry noone will love me.
TK
Poem 6
Hour seven
Inside out
Don’t tell me to
love you
inside out
when she lingers on
your tongue, but your tongue
spells my name.
The O.T.
His inside-out gloves
lay frustrated in the bin
blood and failure stained.
His inside-out shirt
his one and only whole shirt
an abject kerchief.
The letter of Truth
To Whom It Doesn’t Concern,
We cordially invite you to knock it off.
We are not rapists. We are not fake news.
We are not three million illegal voters.
We are not burdens to the military.
What we are is a country of human beings,
All of whom were created equal.
You are not judge, jury and executioner.
So stop acting like it.
Yours Truly,
The Sane Ones
Poem 8
Mercury must be up to something:
A prick as old as that.
I used to blame astrologers
For wondering,
I used to be
A metaphysics scrooge.
In this vessel of a paper cup
Sail playground chips
And we must jangle
Toward the mysterious workings
Like alley cats
The defiant incoming motion
Dangerous opportunity
On this skirt
That no symbol invoked is insignificant
But lambs
That falling trees in absentia resound
A little ambiguously
But are well thought of
Calculable stresses.
We don’t want to bow
Or strangle
But holler a bit
And bear every relation
To reality
Faith for understood reasons,
Not gullibility for servitude
Devotion only to devotion
Sedition only to sedition
Solace and company who said that.
But my drawings may not be
So intoxicating a confection as
The top ten holy books.
I’m sorry.
I’ve let you all down.
Waiting for the Valkyries
The warrior lays upon the field of battle,
his life slipping away.
As the world dims and his day ebbs,
he hopes toes the Valkyrie.
He prays to the All-Father.
Odin is wise.
Odin is just.
The warrior prays to see the Valkyrie.
To live free.
To be brave.
To die in the field, the earth no grave.
These were his wants.
Now, at the close of day,
he prays it was not in vain.
For worse than death are the realms of Helheim.
If Odin is wise,
if Odin is just,
he will see the Valkyrie.
As the last light dies,
the air begins to shift,
the sound of wings are on the wind.
Ravens or winged warrior maidens,
he cannot see,
Still, he prays to see the Valkyrie.
Memories of my ‘Dad
If we could go back in time
Just for a day
I would cherish that day
Would never end
We have our memories
Of the best dad in the world.
Memories are forever.
Of my wonderful dad
With love always