People can perceive a smile from 300 feet away. Your eyes light up, though that I cannot see, and unknowingly, my mouth corners tug at my lips. Faces are made to mimic one another, so even when I have the capability of five thousand other,…

Strange land it is where the Frownies roam Dead serious, deadpan! Humongous of girth, not a sliver of mirth All guests to their town they scan! Snicker Notsville, the town is named They forbid all merriment They stoop and walk with the weight of the…

We sit side-by-side on the bleachers on our street It’s been a long school term so we fill each other in I tell you about the boy I like   “Our first kiss was like magic It wasn’t quick or like the marriage of lips…

Reading this book interesting premise noticing the temperature rising am I sweating? or flashing let me get a blanket where are my shoes? slippers I mean stepping on the floor when was the last time I swept I see crumbs hey, Child bring me the…

early morning commotion in the local park. a group of seniors gathered together were creating a ruckus. a few joggers and walkers stopped to watch their one antic. all were doing the same action, standing with feet apart and raising their forelimbs gently, stretching their…

Garland of clouds woven with a thread and a needle Periwinkles showered from the sky spread all over the earth A scene nothing else can beat for it is only God’s treat!

  I want to spread my winds Take you with me to the clouds, Wash my gumboots as we walk into a stream of undying love. There’s a beat playing in my head – Sound of hurrays and balloons coming to life by the swift…

In Time (7:00 PM – Hour 11) ~ D², @d2poetry   Eyes will close Sickness will end Hearts will cease Fractures will mend Love will calm Fears will subside Aches will vaporize Tears will dry   ~ D², 06.26.21, 7:08 PM Copyright D Squared Poetry,…

Tickets are printed on black paper, embossed with the red moniker Of this park or terror and wonder, laughter and magic Entry is through a hall of mirrors – reflecting both the hilarious and tragic You leave without knowing if any of the images belonged…

Before this land was settled. I wandered free. I worked the land. I spoke the language of trees and flowers.   Before there was greed there was gratitude. Before there was judgment there was grace.   Harmony and peace were twinned constants, and there was…