No one else appreciates.
Us.
All us voices.
Like lawnmowers chattering at dusk.
Like a circus.
We all land on a net, together.
It’s silly, but friendly fun.
Alone is bad.
It’s better to have.
Us.
I wish my friends would appreciate,
Us.
All the people who live within me.
So that,
We.
Leave our friends alone.
Categories:
lawnmowers, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
My dad is mowing the grass.
Along with the other dads-
Seemingly everyone is mowing at once.
Wearing cargo shorts and sandals, like all dads do.
Buzzing from the lawnmowers.
Does not stop me from falling asleep on the hammock.
My dad makes it seem effortless.
So maybe it’s not so bad to let him do all the work…
Until he walks past me and I see him sweating from the heat.
I feel bad, so I make him homemade lemonade.
I tell him, I’ll do it next time.
But my dad is too wise to believe me.
But maybe he really doesn’t mind.
As he always gets done in time,
To enjoy our peaceful patio together.
Categories:
lawnmowers, dad, daughter,
Form: Free verse
The trees lining the streets are filled with cherry blossoms
Mother Nature is letting us know that spring arrival is going to be awesome
Enjoying a walk along the breakwater bustling with people enjoying the new day's sun
After a long winter, it is wonderful to be able to get out and have some fun
Flowers will soon bring a wide variety of colours as they spring up from the ground
A tour of our dressers for shorts and tee shirts that need to be found
Lawnmowers are about to rise from their winter hibernation
Hair cuts for our lawns are soon to be our new form of recreation
Even our timepieces will be busy springing ahead
Let's get off our social devices and spend more of our day outdoors instead
Gather up the family and go enjoy some ice cream
Bid farewell to winter and go blow off some steam
Categories:
lawnmowers, spring,
Form: Rhyme
dandelions were stretched out along the roadside spent
wild lavender thistles were shriveling into brown stalks
we had no air in our car, it felt like we were in a sauna
the first few seconds were great, then it felt stifling.
how hot is it? I asked my niece. She checked her phone.
Heat advisory, heat index, heat…..here it is. A hundred and one.
In Kansas a hundred and one feels like six hundred and twenty-one.
Especially if you have no air in your car.
The grass had turned as tan as sand; it crunched when we walked.
Lawnmowers were called off, dirt patches felt solar-heated.
Roses, lilies, lilacs, crepe myrtles, and rose of Sharon had given up.
dandelions were stretched out along the roadside spent
Categories:
lawnmowers, summer,
Form: Prose Poetry
Afternoon Snowstorm in January
David J Walker
What else would I dream about
in January
When the chill is enough to kill
All incentive
And the north wind huffs its wicked breath
In a cruel Laugh
What else would I dream about except
a certain day in a
Far away June
The 10 O’clock sun blazing its tune to
The roar of the lawnmowers
Joining the song
Shorts and a t-shirt is all we had on
And new flip flops that knew
to keep time all along
the sweet smell of fresh mown grass
and the shrilled laugh of children flying
On swings that become wings
against a summer sky
What else would I dream about when
An ice storm sets in
except the
Cherry Icee’s we bought
At Gordon Moore’s drug store
For a dime
There was Cherry and Cola
Root beer and Limon Lime
We started to notice that
Girls were different
A mystery that would never be
Solved
What else would I dream about
in the concession
to an afternoon snowstorm
in January long gone
Categories:
lawnmowers, allegory, memory, snow,
Form: Rhyme
I dreamed I was hanging out with Darroll near the train station. We entered a prison cafeteria and ate lunch. Then we looked in a junk store and I found two really cool vintage iron tools which I gave Darroll for his rusty iron tool collection (which, in my dream, he had). At some point a big book shelf fell over. We did some other stuff and then it was time for him to go so he revved up his shoes, leaned forward, and sped away to the sound of a pair of tiny lawnmowers.
Categories:
lawnmowers, books, death, dream, fantasy,
Form: Prose
Start now knowing joy,
that’s an order,
overcome a deepening solitude.
Like a bee at a bugle
or me at the deli
on Third Avenue.
I said to Joe when do you think this weather will break?
He jokes, April.
That’s no joke. Weak creatures die and the strong barely survive.
Half a year goes by
another cancer checkup.
Cheer up. Any weather’s
better than no weather at all.
There’s always governance
even when there is no government.
My candidate drops out
after Iowa. Why do I always lose
at politics and poker?
Peace at last!
No lawnmowers, no leafblowers.
Big comfy couch.
Meditate on this: Do what has to be done.
Find your lover gazing at the moon
and take your garbage to the dump.
Your web site evaporates
and your possessions are thrown in the dumpster
except your trumpet which finds its way to a future trumpeter.
Categories:
lawnmowers, cancer, joy, love, moon,
Form: Free verse
Harvard asked, if I still have it!
A strange question due to my
Weird inquiry, from requirements
To attainments, life so entertaining
When you "been living"
Any how, giving myself a pat-
on the shoulder for such a-great-work,
From running away to chasing my dreams!
The parallel worlds, what can we do with out the other?
We all know the world is round
But it has rules: contours outlining my trajectories,
as I search for the ruler
From the equator to the atmospheres,
And gravity pulls me down...!
Like woman falling in love,
The law of attraction and I'm behind bars:
Magnetism and I'm strong as iron,
Hard love: so I plant roses
lawnmowers cutting my fine grasses
Now my land looks like deserts
Oh man, sand all over the show like
Ants...hahaha! kids laughing again:
O why don't you fly Peter pan?
Categories:
lawnmowers, allegory, image, imagery, imagination,
Form: Narrative
August is almost a memory
Breezy cool nights are getting stronger
Colorful days of autumn soon will stay
Days are shorter, nights are longer
Each falling leaf brings us closer to winter
Finally time to put the lawnmowers away
Golden leaves flutter gently to the ground
Harvest season will be makings its round
Indian summer still has a chance
Jump into that pile of leaves with a prance
Kaleidoscope of colors, a sight so serene
Leave your worries behind you and celebrate
Michaelmas Day – as the harvest comes to an end
Nature’s palette as seen from above
Orchards begin to bloom with so much love
Put away your summer clothes and
Quietly admire the most colorful of seasons, a
Riot of colors on mountains so high
Shades of autumn brings sweet cool fall air
Tasking us to look up at the harvest moons flair
Under your feet the crackly crunch of leaves can be heard
Vivid and stark the trees should not be disturbed
Wind howling through them, echoing the past
Xerothermic days didn’t even last
Yielding to the season of storms without a fuss
Zany zero temps are almost upon us.
Categories:
lawnmowers, autumn, seasons, september,
Form: Abecedarian
The Florida sky
is a soft cotton canvas
over tart groves
that, in the late afternoon
break wide with thunder
and rain
I am so glad for that rain
it is daily
it is aloe vera
It makes me new
sinking
and carrying my year
out to the ocean
to become anonymous
to have no owner
The year ran deep
and broke my spirit
This tear fell often
As I learned and walked
with stony friends
and bruised feet
As I loved too hard
and trusted too much
As I let hands
lay hold of me
and pull my golden hair
As I blurred my days together
with wretching secrets
and shaking fingers....
I am finally glad
glad for the rain
and the hush of the world
between lawnmowers
and sun showers
between crunchy crab grass
and squeaky beach sand
between family smiles
and the miles I walked
to be here, away
in Florida
Categories:
lawnmowers, hope, introspection, places, travel,
Form: Free verse
Surest signs of spring arriving - sounds of lawnmowers and weed whackers.
Categories:
lawnmowers, seasons
Form: Monoku