Best Climbs Poems
*HHS Secretary Alex Azar says the U.S. time is closing, to control the spread
The U.S. has reached an all-time high, of Covid cases from the start
We may lose control of the spread, any last grip falling apart
It would sweep through every state, when you think of it this way
Overwhelm hospitals, from every direction, filling up day to day
Then we would return to the beginning of a shut down
That had everyone complaining to start with, in each town
None of this makes any sense, as today we watch each crowd
Fill up streets side by side, all together screaming loud
I’ve always said, the virus will prove the truth over all
But, it’s unbearable to watch it, contribute to America’s fall
Heidi Sands
6/28/20
Contrary to today's psychology
Enk Shuss majored in Anthropology
Though not very practical
Anthro proved quite tactical
Enk's the new head of Criminology
Herodotus climbs ladder of history
Every time he does it he falls off
But he does not break his back
And does not lose scrolls of Ulysses
As historian I too love ladder climbing
But do you know how many times,
Pericles has broken my neck?
And snatched my scrolls of history?
**He climbs so high above the sky I'm afraid he can't come down
**And yet, why should he descend at all if he is likely to wear a frown?
A meeting was held
Buzz was getting ready to tell
Information that were facts
Making people pack
Since they got sacked
When the canary entered the hive
Already dungeon arrested in his dive
Worker bees acknowledged he arrived
Walking strong
Knowing something was wrong
Making a point
Very early in the hornets joint
“If I am leaving this rank
This canary still has money in the bank”
With a beat tea eye
Taunted hornet accepted the goodbye
Then using a stringer
He unleashed two that were stingers
Confirming being level
With honey casted as the west ham devil
Distancing themselves
On the table shelves
From Mr. Bourne’s mouth and his cherries
Already buried
Next to Aston’s Villa
Who still a
Small chance
For the Claret and Blue Army to advance
Another civil dialogue was taking place
Royals in the crystal palace reality ready to face
Pensioners pleaded their case
Scoring quickly two like in a race
Needing some grace
Royals took a shot
That was hot
An explanation
About this situation
“Will all going to get fried”
King Glazier did cry
Then a little later
Financial records were offered as a trader
Queen Eagle did some addressing
Adding two goals calling it window dressing
Feeling they will find a way
To pass the elite grade
Top four Chelsea will stay
Being a representative in more matches and getting paid
Being a household hero
and laying in my hammock,
is the only reason.
Summer in my backyard,
is my favorite season.
I love a soft warm southern breeze.
As I lay I the shade of Red dogwood trees...
The only Hurricane in the forecast,
is swirling with ice in my tall glass.
As I enjoy the lay of the land,
lounging here all day is only part of my plan.
Quietly protecting the peace,
my silent sentinel of serenity.
Man’s best friend, a full grown
three-pound chocolate chihuahua
asleep under my feet.
A beautiful woman enters my view,
and she has a list of chores for me to do.
Seeing the way, she’s dressed and
headed in my direction I thought
maybe she’d like to help me
with my now rising (wish it was bigger).
She strolls toward me singing my name.
She sings a song of why I’m at the top of her list
for the lazy man’s hall of fame.
Her velvety voice is music to my ears.
If you like the sound of a drill sergeant,
commanding troops for a number of years.
It is from my lovely wife
where I catch hell.
Because she knows her husband,
dose nothing very well.
A wonderful woman, soft as silk,
but when she’s in a mood her voice
has been known to curdle milk.
Lift that bail! tote that barge!
Trim those bushes! And wash the Car!
She says
Honey when are you going to cut the grass?
And I say
Right now, my riding mower seems to be out of gas.
She says
then you could put together the new barbecue grill.
I pictured the unopened box in my garage,
and say
Honey I checked the parts and its missing a wheel.
She says
OK! When are you going to start building the back deck?
And I said
Yesterday I talked to a contractor but he wouldn’t take a check.
She says
The grand kids are looking forward
to playing on the new swings.
And I said
Well I think I’ll have that together
by some time, next spring.
She says
Well when are you going to walk this ole dog
that pays me no mind?
And I said
If you look honey, she’s got four legs
and I think she walk’s just fine.
She says
you can at least wash the car and trim the bushes!
I take a sip from my drink,
and took a half minute to think...
I looked in her beautiful brown eyes.
Knowing this isn’t what she wants to do.
She climbs into my arms, you see,
my hammock is very comfortable.
It was made for two.
As the moon climbs high in the starry sky,
I hear the penguins in their nest cry.
The moon casts an eerie glow in the roaring ocean below.
As The ocean eats away at the white sand,
Each grain is so fine and feels grand.
The long thin grass dances in the soft warm wind,
Where silent slithering snakes are hiding,
Looking for its perfect find to pin.
The swallows are leaving again looking for summer.
I see them flying into the horizon,
Some of them falling behind,
And you can just see them in the slowly lighting up sky.
As dawn breaks the smell of rain wanders around the beach,
Lightning pushes through the thick gray clouds and lights up the sky with one fiery blow.
Thunder scares the birds and insects, sending them somewhere warmer to feed away from the rain and blow.
The bees retreat into their hives as hailstone as big as an orange crash to the ground.
The small plants and bushes are decomposing matter,
The hailstones made them pounded to the ground.
The town is in ruins,
There is litter on the beaches,
Out of their hiding spots come the leeches.
There were better days,
When the paddocks were full of neighs.
This will be a ghost town for now,
As long as the floods stay.
sun climbs upward
while an obsolete clock
ticks loudly
posted on September 9, 2019
The sunshine casts on
The sea, the ground, your face
The sunshine climbs
The tree tops, the lamp poles, the roofs
The sunshine penetrates into
The doors, the windows, your eyes
Please wake up, man
To receive
The first ray of daybreak
The glory from the universe
Don't hestitate, man
To every cloud, there is a silver lining
To every wish, there is a way
To every man, there is a 24-hours-day