winter approaches
we cut final round of wood
splitting it in barn
Are we headed in that direction
The end of the world
The loss of perfection
Are we drug down that path
By our belt with foot attached
Have we past the point of no return
Without a choice have chances burned
And losses cost are we to learn
In the boarders cross
Have we really come to that place
To meet that judge face to face
Are our crimes too many to name
Just enough to earn that fame
Why didn't wisdom warn about the game
While we were we brought to shame
What happened to the taught and tamed
Or is there in the end a source of gain
Will tears fill our eyes glory or pain
In that place is it new or the same
Have our lives been spent in vain
Giving to ourselves a kind of disdain
Are we set free or the curse remain
Are we to trust our selves
Or use that Name
The invasion has begun.
In the distance,I hear the rattle of heavy artillery.
Silage trailers,as they thunder along pock-marked country roads.
Young conscripts,barely legal,battling with the controls of a modern day,
monster tractor.
Happy as the day is long,
they tick tok around the clock,
Posting updates and images of the work in progress
to their army of followers.
They'll be starving by lunch time.
Putins' long white table would seat a platoon of men,
In for the dinner,
On a break from gathering potatoes, building a stack of hay or toiling at a dusty thrasher.
But my mother would barely have a table cloth long enough
for Putins' table.
To cover the blood stains, from the flesh
dripping slowly from the the meat grinder.
California Pride
From San Francisco to Sauselito,
I transported a steaming hot burrito.
I have to Golden Gate to thank -
but for that bridge, I would have sank.
My brain is back in boxing form.
What? You think it's not norm-
al for a man to boast
from the California coast?
Sauselito
Sauselito has every vowel - neato!
Passive Aggression
Welcome to my house to dine,
fresh lemonade or turpentine?
Turpentine my beloved twit,
but I'll switch glasses when I see fit.
Van Gogh's Decoherence
Van Gogh's eyes were sensitive and keen.
When he painted a pastoral scene,
his ear picked up interference
and suffered impulsive decoherence.
A Lizard's Body
A lizard's body will prevail,
and regenerate another tail.
Consider the question, "can...
a crusty, creaking man?"
This morning I shall shed my skin,
to let out a younger man within,
the answer to reveal -
you'll know it by its feel.
No AC
The go-go girls all fell in a swoon
in the enchilada bar this afternoon.
I wasn't feeling so well myself -
all the good books were off the shelf.
Big Mouthed Parrot
A colorful bird with a big mouth
and a relationship that headed South -
when she says, "Polly wants a cracker",
I just want to smack her,
but I wanted to strangle the avian jerk
when she said, "Quick, my husband's still at work."
I'm Mr. Know it All
I'm Mr. Know it All.
I make things up inside my head,
and, in the Spring and early Fall,
I copy someone else instead.
Then, these wisdom pearls, I share,
and wonder why you do not care.
An Elf's Resume
Self-starting, industrious,
perhaps, a little mischievous...
but anyway
an elf's resume
isn't something to trust.
Robot with a Heart
Would you stop and think,
and see a robot blink,
or shovel a bolt or nut
into a hungry gut?
Have you a heart or not?
Signed, your loving bot.
Me and My Shadow
Me and my shadow made quite a pair.
Only he would always be there.
Someone I could to tell my troubles to,
as the day wore on, his presence grew -
but when the sun went sinking down,
he packed his bags and he left town.
Cold and Dark
An image stark,
cold and dark -
I see only
an old man, lonely.
Would warmth and light
make it alright?
Funerals in Season
Funerals in season -
We know the reason.
We don't have to be told
we're growing old.
Today's Snail
Today's snails act differently.
One crawled up my stucco wall, you see.
Wouldn't it be a surprise
to see a snail roll his eyes?
Cocoa Puffs and Dynamite
I'm four years old,
or so I've been told.
Watch out!
I'm high as a kite
on cocoa puffs and dynamite.
Great White Heron
Today, I was treated to a sight -
a bird with feathers of snow white,
but I didn't like his attitude,
and considered him a little rude.
He said, "Would you please stop starin'?
Ain't you seen a great white heron?"
Does a Frog Apologize?
Would you malign
my behavior as "out of line",
and call it an atrocity?
I am no monstrosity.
And does a frog apologize
to anyone for eating flies?
I find him so smiley, so holly-jolly
I think I’ll vote for Zohran Mamdani
A NYC politician from Somali
like AOC ~ a red-hot tamale
Here is a poem request I wrote. It's for a lady who enjoys gardening and has great pleasure in keeping her vases filled with fresh flowers.Enjoying the beauty of nature.
Poem and pictures on my Instagram :
daisymeadows2023
MY CUTTING VASE GARDEN
My garden is so relaxing for me,
The bright green, lush lawn,
Wonderful flowers, such a joy to see!!
I noticed the other day,
The return of the leaf cutter bee,
Shaping each leaf in patterns,
So delicately.
There's lavender so calming,
Sweet peas, with scent so amazing!!
Of course, there's the beautiful rose,
A garden, I love to spend my days in.
There is pretty white boarders,
And foxgloves, standing so tall,
I have my cutting garden vases,
I can fill them all!!
A garden full of vibrant flowers,
Brings such delight for me,
My beautifu,l cutting vase garden,
Is where you will always find me!!
Neighborhood Gossip
He walks all alone and does evil things,
quietly making puppets walk without strings.
He's the only one who emerged from the wreck.
When you sleep, he'll stab you in the neck.
Am I Wiser Now?
I wanted to know what it all meant
so I visited the Asian continent.
Am I wiser now, back in my hometown?
I have jet lag and walk upside down.
Life Mission
The doctor gave me a slap and shook my head,
until he had fully scrambled my brain.
The nurse gave me a diaper and the doctor said,
"You've got eighty years to unscramble it again."
Unimpressed
He's well known and he's well read,
but I wouldn't be misled.
Even lettuce has a head.
Bee Orientation
Welcome, friend, to the hive
It's true, no one gets out alive,
but, before you're done,
you'll have lots of fun.
Tivano Cutting Board Built-in juice grooves channel liquids away, helping maintain a dry, clean workspace.
I planned futures with you,
but your happiness came first.
When anger calls, you shut off
I must stay composed,
must communicate,
must hold it all together.
Smile. Talk nice.
The bare minimum is not enough.
Imagine giving your life
to someone who would build with you,
then leave when joy runs dry.
Words once meant something.
Vows weren’t meant to break.
I could climb mountains,
cross oceans,
fly the world
still, not enough.
So take this version of me:
hollow, nonchalant, unsubscribed.
If attention is currency,
I will devalue myself
crash the market.
Haven’t you heard
Didn’t they caution
I make haters
Why they exist
Why they envy
Didn’t you smell
their burning flesh
Did they not warn you tread lightly
This place was a shelter
where they sought me
hoping for my warmth
I turned it to winter
encased fake words
froze vacant minds
Emanating ability
scorching paths
Ignorant ashes
melted in heat
Not warmth
was found
but fire
As the
sun
am
I
I run my hand across my wrist,
The rough scars feel normal under my fingers,
But to anyone else, they would be foreign.
I was a fighter, I had to be,
But everything has its consequences.
Running the blade across my own wrist was mine,
It was the only way for me to feel something.
Since I was small I was forced to be strong,
But a child should not need to be strong.
I wasn’t even 14 and I had to fend for myself,
I had to pick up my broken pieces.
The scars on my body tell that story,
They are reminders of my pain.
I run my hand across my wrist,
The rough scars remind me that I will survive,
I did before, and I will now.
plans incised on plain paper
careful calligraphy of a plane
sailing high above the clouds
shrouded in anticipation
veiled in smudges and tears
slowly running out of ink
resolute fears fuel the fire
earthquakes resurface nebulous horizons
and I have not the foggiest idea
uncertainty shapes a landscape
full of thunder and lightening
a sinkhole for rainbows
handing over completely
to what to whom to when
a seeming distraction
at the foot of the rainbow
gold mingles with cold
and heaven freezes over
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