Cat in the window
Surveying the world
Cosy and warm
Tail all curled
Soaking up sunshine
Or watching the rain
It looks out on the street
With arrogant disdain
Skipping is binary,
one, nought, one, nought, one.
Clip clop.
Tick tock.
One foot up, skip.
Next foot up, skip.
Hop, step and jump,
'tis hopscotch time.
Heart in love, skips a beat.
Electrons skip in quantum rings,
dangling their participles.
Skipping off-beat in music
it's syncopation.
Flat stone, flat-thrown
bounces, skims and skips 'oer pond
plink, ploink, plink ploink, plonk.
Notice, perchance if you will,
each skip is smaller, than the one before,
descending in declension to rest.
hic, haec, hoc
huic, huic, huic
hunc, hanc, hoc
hoc, hac, hoc
Aah
Aah, Spring Gardening
(it does a body good)
Written: by Miracle Man
4/15/2020
With April showers comes the threat of a storm,
Nothing unusual in Oklahoma, it’s the norm.
Last week, one day past ninety, this week a freeze,
We’ve gone from howling winds to gentle breeze.
I couldn’t wait to plant so now some nights i cover,
And mid morning each day, I hasten to rediscover.
Each year I vow that this garden might be my last,
But come next spring, I’ll plant, can’t shake my past.
If I didn’t plant tomatoes life would seem a bummer,
I plant’em early, grow’em big, and hav’em first, each summer.
Forty half barrel containers, each filled with Miracle Grow,
The way I grow tomatoes now, requires a fair amount of dough.
Due to high potassium levels Doctors tell me not to eat,
Which means church friends and neighbors get a treat.
aah, my red rose comes close by the red sea in the pink Valentine glee ...
February 7, 2018
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Spring ushers in our warming breezes,
That whispers softly through the trees.
Making liquescent, late winter freezes,
Then blossoms appear, and later the bees.
The trees will soon wear natures clothing,
Currently standing naked, tall, and rigid.
Shortly, the days will become less loathing,
Because my time outside won’t be so frigid.
Perhaps too much in the sun the flower
Of your love is withering, or maybe
It is the roots rotting since the shower
Is too much. Perhaps it is the tree
I need to trim; and since I am all these
Perhaps it's I that must my presence
Take to the lonely wilderness and wait. Let
Me suffer all the anguish, but not sense
Unhappiness in your countenance; regret
In your desire. I cannot shine or rain
Or grow with the world that now is you.
If I was to be banished from your terrain,
I could live my unhappy years just knowing
That you live; that hope makes life a blessing.
My love,
she is like
a rainbow forever eternal
and emitting the brightest
of colors.
She is easy
to gaze upon
as she is also
the reason
that I smile
each day and
welcome each breath.
My love,
she is the answer
to prayers and
the compliment side
to one half,
which had existed
as this man.
My love,
she is a gift bestowed
by greater powers,
but yet she is
a greater power herself.
She is
my love.
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