Asked Poems

what now the farmer asked his wife

grumpy vegetables came marching over the hill to do their best.
They had heard of a weird new rule they wanted to contest.
Radishes and carrots were to stay in one bin, away from the potatoes.
But where did that leave the lettuce, turnips, parsley and tomatoes?

They came in with faces full of angry gloomy thunder clouds.
Ready to

I dreamed I asked my dog Bixby

I dreamed I asked my dog Bixby,
"What should the third of your tricks be?"
He said, "I'll walk on a tightrope.
But if I fall, I have high hope,
if I break something, you'll fix me.

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The warmth of the sun on a wintery day alarmed my my natural senses
it made way for me to to prepare in need to gather and prepare or make
ready might the storms of near spring shall find us. Sagacious we bought
meat to freeze and potatoes to store, we gathered onions garlic peppers and salt. We

I Asked my Shadow to Swim

I asked my shadow to swim on the surface. 
I didn’t want it to sink in fear, 
from the ripples pulling it down, 
fading into gray below.

I asked the silence to hold a chord
until it could resonate. 
I wanted echoes to break through 
the empty spaces where sound had once lived.
I asked the silence to

What the Lost Sea Turtle Asked

where is the moon that
used to guide me home to breed -
gulls had no reply
they too can't see sky above ~
smudged by human stamps of smog

MY BOY ASKED

My great grandfather sighed in heaven
As I told my son the story
As told by my father as he was told
About how wealthy his father was before them.

Daddy, he says, something is on my mind
You said great grandpa was rich and kind 
But he never went to school at all
How did he build a life so

Your Question

How on earth we have found each other?
You asked in one of night messages
In the facebook groups its one way or another
On the same train we were passengers
We got off at the same station
We took the same street to the house
With roses and other flowers plantation
A home where you lived with your spouse
The carers teams

Is life truly an art or just a messy canvas I never asked to touch

Is life truly an art or just a messy canvas I never asked to touch,
and death the same, a final brushstroke or just a fear hidden in dark corners?
I ask this because, if life is art, then I suppose I am an artist,
but shouldn't artists love what they create, find peace in their works,
not feel

The Police asked the Lying Niece

Everything was upside, down and inside out
Snoopy neighbor heard a scream, and then a shout
Did you investigate? Asked the police.
Of course not, lied their lying niece.
She had sneaked up to their window and seen the whole thing.
But she wanted to save this info to go live on TV with Larry King

I'm often asked if there is life after death

I'm often asked if there is life after death,
I say yes, there certainly is, like a secret hidden in the woods,
Death after life and life before death, an endless cycle,
Everything continues without stopping, a river of time that cannot be dammed,
We live forever and die forever, spirals of existence.
As for heaven and hell, they are

In the silence that sings among the shadows of thoughts, they asked me what my greatest wish was

In the silence that sings among the shadows of thoughts, they asked me what my greatest wish was,
And I answered without blinking, to never fit into foreign molds,
To step into rooms without bending my soul to match their contours,
To move freely, unbound by mirrors reflecting only what others want to see,
To be like the moon,

What is love, really? someone asked, and my mind flew

What is love, really? someone asked, and my mind flew
Like a bird through the sky of memories, through valleys of deep silence,
Trying to unravel a question like a riddle woven from stars,
For often we lament that life is a mist, an endless race,
Where time evaporates like morning dew in the sun's rays,
But love... it bends

They never asked

I told my sister; 
"He's kind of... A mess"
After my sixth anniversary dinner. 
My twin sister looked at me blankly and said:
"The whole family knows he's kind of a mess".
Now, I'm not saying I had JUST figured this out or anything;
But sometimes I wish they'd said something.
I know they probably did the right thing, so

I asked Jack, 'How can you stand to live in that box'

I asked Jack, "How can you stand to live in that box?
Whiskey on the rocks?”
He said, "Nah, it's much more mundane.
I simply turn off my brain; then, turn it back on again,
when someone else wants me to entertain.

They asked me

They asked me, “Why do you love her?”
As if love could be taken apart and neatly categorized,
Like items on a shopping list.
They wanted me to speak on your eyes,
The way they draw me in and keep me lost.
They wanted me to speak on your smile,
The very smile that I would kill to see.
They wanted me

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