I present
my strategy:
a dignified tower
constructed entirely
of questionable choices
and one slightly hopeful
thought.
I sit beside it,
perfectly docile,
like a guard dog that
only guards snacks
and even then
not well.
then comes
the facetious
breeze—
that tiny smirk
the universe gives
right before nudging
and the
tower
leans—
leans—
le—
a n d
I
p r e t e n d
t h i s
w a s
m y
p l a n
a l l
a l o n g.
Should you like to view the shrike
or have a butcher's take a hike
to where they nest while at rest
but better yet sneak a peek
at the dancing yet docile
and stupid blue-footed booby
as it will make you smile
for they have no need to choose
a pair of blue suede shoes
and how to catch them
there's no secret you would keep
it's best when they're sound asleep
yes can you guess
if you dare when they nap
to snare one two or a few
use a blue-footed booby trap
it is one of those placid docile what-do-we-do April days.
I sit outside naked except for my light polyester mumu.
an airplane wakes the cloud with her powerful engine noises.
my wind chimes tingle a mirthful melody.
Sophie, my cocker spaniel sits behind me, she is an inside dog.
Buddy, our husky mix trots a giant six pound bone around in his mouth.
there is a car on Kansas Avenue, we cannot see it, but we hear it.
nothing else is moving until I spy a blue jay landing on a branch.
so light in hue, that he could be an arctic jay, he is the lightest gray.
annoyingly loud muscle car can be heard in the distance, tearing up a street.
roosters behind me begin to crow, even though it is noon.
melodic chimes heighten their melody as today’s breeze picks up.
trilling of birds gives me a reassuring thought of God in the yard.
behind me I hear the purr of our porch refrigerator.
if there has ever been a calmer day, I was not aware of it.
someone revs a car engine far off in the distance.
old man or boy, I think, or old lady in a mumu. This makes me smile.
A docile lamb
among roaring lions
seems to be me;
I resist to become one of them:
look at crazy Jacob.
he runs a mouth found in a public pub
which is filthier than the mouth of Sam:
ah, he's terribly unkind to costumers!
If villains of all kinds
menace the meek ones
to adopt their awful ways:
they'll fail to entrap me!
A docile lamb
among roaring lions
seems to be me...
I am contrary
to their perception;
threaten me,
and I'll respond accordingly!
If they sling stones,
I'll shoot arrows:
who's mightier than me?
A docile lamb sleeping
gives no warning signs,
when anger suddenly strikes;
jeering faces showing invincibility
will freeze their frantic irony;
no battle ground, so frightening,
is ever won without a strategy:
a steel armor can fend off enemies!
This world, never ours alone, but shared with other creatures great and small.
The Earth turns and new dawn comes, and will long after we're gone.
A Sandpiper flitted along the shore and told me so.
We must face a truth that we borrowed these days, you and I,
from benefactors and trustees, unborn and untested, yet will be.
I finally understand now, watching the selfless Caracal's practiced smile..
the tawny red bearded lion basks in the same sunshine.
Touch a heart, lift a soul will you? It's not too late.
For I have faith we are mostly good.
Now listen to the song of nature, be kind..
and don't worry about what never would.
Problem ’s everyone likes
Everyone else to be docile.
Any solution?
— Ram, R. V.
When eyes which once gave glances of sweet love
Now send such cruel reproaches to my heart;
When grace uncalled for descended like a dove
But now with pain my skin,once kind, does smart....
At times these days of grief and loss seem harsh
As if some demon owns my inmost heart.
And without grace my lips are dry and parched..
with fear I shiver,tremble and I start.
Shall I attempt retaliation for this hurt?
What weapon shall I use to vent my rage?
my lips were never fashioned to be curt.
My soul,no warrior eager war to wage
How shall I find my way out of this maze,
back to green fields where sheep so docile graze?
The tattered gown lay fixated
She let her steady gaze tail
The people in the electric box
East to west
West to east
Each way they went her eyes
Were sure to go
From dawn to dust
And dust to dawn
All day long
It has come to stay
And be lord over men
Whose unguarded gaze
Defies intellect.
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