Sunflower Season
Just beyond town
Past Walmart
And the line of fast food
A field of sunflowers grow
As the heat dies down
And backpacks are taken out of the closet
Their black heads lined with yellow lace begin to rise
To the right lies a cornfield
And across the highway, wheat
They say the sunflowers grow for the farmer's wife
Or maybe to fill his pocket with something to chew on
The kindergartners insist he simply likes the way the big yellow petals glow
We scoff
No profit, no gain
As the breeze grows more confident
And sandals are traded for boots
Their lace begins to fade
And their black faces sigh
I drove by once in those last weeks
I saw the farmer sitting on the bed of his pickup
Watching the sun's golden beams embrace the flowers
I swear I saw him smile
No profit
Yet, perhaps a gain
Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup—
Sugar, spice and everything nice…backup.
Chemical X created the perfect little girls
with kicka@@ powers and whirls.
Professor Utonium
created his perfect kindergartners…um,
one with sugar, one with nice, one with spice,
all with Keene-eyes, superness, no advice.
9/25/2021
Cleritoons
Joseph May
I didn’t want to write this poem
Of twenty children dead.
I’d much prefer composing words
Of pleasant things instead.
I didn’t want to think up rhymes
For evil, horror, shock;
I’d like to hide those images
Behind a mental block.
I didn’t want to conjure up
A classroom filled with death,
Or parents of those kindergartners
Struggling for breath.
I didn’t want to write of those
Who heard each awful shot.
I didn’t want to write this poem
But then, how could I not?
Two young kindergartners kiss
holding hands on the playground
vowing lifetime together….
anniversary
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Third Place Winner ~ "Love or Humor” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Freeman
Feb. 13, 2011
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