Come and see the bright wildflowers
Carpeting a sloping glen
And know that the desert endures!
Note how it's unrecognizable
Come March to the unaccustomed
When spring makes a spectacle
Except for some saguaros
That give the habitat away -
Standing on the ledge they chose.
Poppies and chuparosa beam -
Even the palo verdes celebrate
By tossing up confetti.
the aliens arrived in mid-July
this planet is like Mars, we are going to die!
the sidewalk is full of sizzling frying eggs
there is nothing any of us keep on our legs
we melt into hot puddles as we run to our car
this place is Hades, the aliens scream from afar
for they have taken off in their spaceship
Determined to never return to this planet on another trip
the dogs are reluctant to go outside to do their biz.
Some have marked up our carpeting with all kinds of whizz.
the cats have moved away from their nests near glass windows.
the garden is untended, littered by abandoned hoes.
we can go outside until about seven o’clock a.m.
After that, we stumble about, on fire, earth is condemned.
The devil must be here, because I think a pitchfork I see.
No wait, it’s just a forest on fire, started by one burning tree.
Shade cooling deepens
leaves fall carpeting damp soil;
autumn's hushed moments
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fall sky blue bright light
crimson leaves carpeting earth
grave for a baby
what is wriggling under my bare foot?
oh goodie a wasp
hooray hooray
in the bedroom on my carpeting
lovely
I used a piece of cardboard and flipped it outside onto the porch
my puppy went after it
another life lesson for him
The wind rose early with the busying dawn;
And, rushing into the long avenue of beech -
Laid down years ago to accommodate labouring feet -
Began to scatter over neatly cut verge and lawns
With its own inimitable unruly gust, blow and fuss...
Within a cascading maelstrom of vivid bright yellowness.
Against strong trunks, held firm by steadfast roots,
Groans from creaking boughs as they upwardly heaved
Upon frantically thrashing branches showering
rusted, golden leaves;
Carpeting the rough stones below my trampling boots.
A mad kaleidoscope of leaping, swirling, skipping
colour
Where, as a child, I had once rediscovered...
Two green sandstone gate pillars sat well back
That ushered me under this arched, canopied track.
I hide beneath oceans deep where mysteries peep.
I dwell amid the arching spectrum of rainbow hues
Some slander and call me ‘green eyed jealousy’
All I do is make this earth cheery to everyone's eyes.
I am the harbinger of the burgeoning spring.
I’m everywhere, even on a seemingly barren hill top,
I’m in trees and grass, crowning and carpeting the land.
To ailing spirits, I’m balm. To peasants, I’m hope.
I am the lovely garb God gave the earth to wear.
Due to misuse, it is now under wear and tear!
The dragons have gone;
Disappearing into wind
Which bore them eastwards.
Sunset fell into shadow...
And the World became legend.
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Beneath tired maples
The lone bridge is at leisure;
An old canal dry.
The lone bridge reminiscing:-
Leaves carpeting flat ripple.
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Autumn in Kyoto
Overwhelms a persons senses;
It beguiles the eye.
Whether river, hill, garden;
All beyond compare.
polka dot curtains in the form of dotted swiss
light and airy, fuzzy and bumpy, minute and white
polka dotted pillows in reds, blues and oranges
unusual in grandma’s house; everything here usually has a dog on it
She has a dog-print couch, dog-paw-print carpeting,
dog apron, dog dishtowel, dog toilet paper holder.
Maybe this is her idea of branching out?
Where are the cat prints? I ask grandma.
This annoys her.
She despises cats.
One bit her in 1943.
immaculate house
white carpeting
clean cupboards
spotless flooring
who could live there?
Not me
Without a word I slip out of bed
and a thousand conversations
run through my mind
as I walk barefoot across worn carpeting.
Two nights ago, I barely made it home
while driving through a deluge
and water on the roads.
I defied the warnings
and survived
as bolts of lightning laced the sky.
I was the storm.
I was the silence.
Now as the sun pokes through
a thin veil of clouds
the sense of nothingness I embrace.
I must admit a year ago I loved someone.
She said that she loved my humor
my new stories and poems
and there was so much to share.
Now she’s a memory lingering in my heart.
This is my life, I say when alone.
This is what I’ve made it
as I watch a shadow dance on the wall—
it can be anything.
My chest ached the other day
when I bore the weight of humanity
while working at a grocery store.
Customers and I talked and traded jokes
but as the day wore upon me
I longed to be in my time and place.
A housemate downstairs
shuffles through the kitchen
while I sit in my loft and play with words
longing to say what’s never been said.
Charlene has to have everything new
New light fixtures, new carpeting, new furniture
She tosses out six-month-old couches as if they are lice-ridden
I see her dragging things to the dump she had to have two weeks ago
Charlene is never satisfied; she tosses husbands out too.
Or they leave, screaming. We will never know which.
Trees are gifts from God
Rooted, trunked, and barked with love—
We are as God’s trees:-
In labors of love,
Let’s palisade life with love—
Our branches shading:-
Let our lovely leaves
Be as those carpeting love—
Nourishing its grace:-
Let’s fruit pregnant seeds;
Germinating peace and love:
Blooming liberty:-
Birds singing in trees
flowers carpeting the land
sweet music abounds
He's an elder now so don't dare forget.
He has special needs and they need to be met..
Always been a hot boy so keep the thermostat down,
or he'll gulp too much water and in urine you'll drown..
Never was a barker but now lets you know.
Better pay attention or he'll just let it flow..
The laminated flooring makes his joints ouch and
his old bones can no longer reach the soft couch.
He needs carpeting or bedding to lie down and slouch..
Those short walks are great but his back legs go out.
Make sure it's flat surfaces with no hills to mount..
A breakfast and a dinner, let his nose lead the way,
and this 120 pd dog is happy and sleeps the rest of his day.
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