Weeds
Why do I do so well at growing things,
I don't want to grow,
and do so badly and the other plants,
I work hard to keep alive?
The value of weeds is a question
I have pondered at length.
At first we went to war.
I pulled and pulled the intruders out.
They came back,
their numbers increased
by dispersion, into the soil.
I thought to use chemicals next,
and then looked about at the birds in the trees,
the bees in the flowers,
and the cat next door on the sunny porch.
I also suddenly remembered the dumb bunny...
that comes in the morning,
and eats his fill.
I moved on.
Under further investigation,
I discovered many of the green aliens
offered a bounty of teas,
healing properties,
and editable delights.
I had not considered their usefulness.
Learning new knowledge,
and expanding my world,
made a difficult problem
solvable,
and even provided
an answer to as yet unknown
questions, until now.
Weeds
Categories:
editable, angel, caregiving, cat, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Reserve
When the dam breaks,
there will be no flood.
There will be no rushing water,
to run from.
It has all been drank,
or wasted on pretty plants,
that have no editable value at all.
The people will go thirsty,
then they will go hungry,
in ways they have never gone before.
They will cry for their children,
they will fight for them.
But they will use no weapon at all.
They will talk,
and walk,
and hold signs...
that they can not drink or eat,
until they starve.
Bring more people here,
let the gates open wide,
we don't even want to hide.
We want to tell the world we are "good",
and not "bad" people.
But all people are inherently bad,
and you can not work your way to heaven...
Anger, when there is no other emotion,
to take its place, will reign
on this earth.
Be kind and remember,
we are born just alike.
We are not you and me,
or they are them.
We are together,
in the same place,
at the same time.
Soon we will all be before the throne,
and home, or on our way to hell.
Categories:
editable, family, farewell, judgement, silence,
Form: Free verse
A Big World, A Small Place
Frogs in a small pound,
battle over flies.
The competition is intense.
Sometimes there are not
enough flies to go around.
Leaving the pond is hard.
The unknown, the outside,
the dry place between here,
and
frog heaven…
can be very dangerous.
but staying means dying,
in the end.
Some leave the pond,
While others, hang on to hope.
It is a decision that changes
the dynamic of the tiny pool itself.
While those that stayed are thrilled,
as their lives were saved and better.
Until the farmer drained it completely,
To catch the fish, and all things editable,
to feed his family.
While those that ranged out,
we will never know.
But their fate,
seems altogether…
more hopeful,
In a world where change
takes place too close to
home.
Categories:
editable, abortion, adventure, angel, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Portable expect address
Editable expect format
Voluble expect wanderlust
Valuable expect creating
Encircle expect surface
Audible expect resonant
Provable expect testimonial
Dreamable expect memory
Categories:
editable, 7th grade,
Form: Rhyme
The silence of one's voice
Very seldom heard
Locked down deep within
One's soul
Afraid of showing any expression
Of feeling..
Yet keep his cry hidden deep
Within
Know emotion ever found on
His face
A smile and being the rock for
All to lean
Cry's fill the hole so big inside,
Wanting to burst out with all emotion
Felt..
But kept hidden from all to see,
Him being the strong rock to keep
The family toga safe
Know one notice any pain or any
Change he has made
His mind waving like the wind
But, yet know one ever heard his
Silent cry..
Crying out for help to save his
Mind From insanity torment
To fight the insane mind that is
Growning stronger by the day
Silent tears flows so freely
Within
Mind so shatter until his fate
Has arouse just to decline with the
In editable line of insanity
Has cross
His fate lyes only for his self dismiss
Weakening mind cry out for help not
knowing his fate already taken over,
His cry was to late
Silence has locked him within
The walls without an exit
His mind know longer his
Now,
Locked deep down in a pit of
Psychotic state
Categories:
editable, angst, death, sad, cry,
Form: Free verse