It’s not about
your need to hear
but what I need to say
The words unbartered
spoken clean
released to have their way
They choose their own
intended path
in beelines of advance
To scent the air
with every breath
—beyond your circumstance
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: June, 2022)
Categories:
beelines, words,
Form: Rhyme
My brother has a mountain lion
Prowling near his street,
A cat that on a morning walk
You wouldn’t want to meet.
He lives up in the mountains, though,
So people understand
That animals like that will roam
All over on that land.
My son received a police alert
A bobcat has been seen
In his suburban neighborhood
Where bobcats don’t convene.
The warning said to check that your
Garage door’s not ajar
Or you may find a huge surprise
When climbing in your car.
It’s strange my son and brother
In such different habitats
Have been linked by sudden sightings
Of these most unwelcome cats.
Categories:
beelines, brother, cat, son,
Form: Rhyme
One half is submerged in light,
the other in darkness.
Half says goodnight and the other
tugs the harness.
Kids climb backyard trees tinged
with school bus yellow.
As lovers play hide and seek
in the nighttime meadow.
Training wheels lay abandoned -
youthful eyes bear cornea confidence.
The silver spokes whistle through copper leaves -
once in a lifetime decadence.
August stars say their last farewell
in glorious beelines.
Whilst wrinkled fingers grasp the moon
in delicious daytime.
A woman dressed in white walks down the aisle -
her father proudly flaunts.
As a preacher recites Scripture at a funeral:
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want...
A newborn's laugh lights the whole world up
with effortless ease.
Whilst a pair of liver-spotted legs
unbuckles its knees.
One takes the first step -
the other reaches the end of the line.
One is a wealth of wisdom -
and the other is a gift divine.
Tiny toes to caress the sand,
ashes to sprinkle in the sea -
as if Nature itself has read aloud
Ecclesiastes Three.
Categories:
beelines, analogy, appreciation, beauty, bible,
Form: Quatrain
Highway Speed Cops
Have speedy tops!:
Motorists they halt
And check every fault
Mostly: 'Are ya alert
"Fatalities to avert?"
To mind speedo metre
Accidents to deter
Cops raise their Trap
Errant to surely slap!
"Ya can't badly drive
"An' wish to survive!"
Watchful by the road
They'll not spare the rod!
To escape their knuckle
Always mind to buckle
"It'll avert bodily dents
"In times of accidents!"
Cops diligent and inert:
"Ya mind must be alert
"Don't drink an' drive,
"Ya may not arrive!"
Highway speed cops
Loathe drug an' hops:
"Learn to steer so well
"Beelines lead to Hell!"
So, take time to learn
Genuine papers to earn.
Categories:
beelines,
Form: Rhyme