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I took a nap one late afternoon
After parking my rusty bike far from our lawn
My nap took few minutes and soon
Bikes’ wheels turned into red watermelons
I got up eagerly and went cycling again
Showing my new bike to other children
Some chased to jump and ride with me
So we headed to the mountain-sides gaily
I noticed the uniqueness of my bicycle
With green tubes like vines but durable
It stretched out for a back seat, so flexible
Offering greatest ride and most fantastic travel
Up the hills and down the verdant plains
My bike flew high and landed down like an airplane
An effortless drive passing all flowering gardens
Two watermelon-wheels rolled fast like a train
Those who bullied me having a rusty bike
Thanked me while in tandem, they all liked
Going on smooth road trip – we all rock
But suddenly we stopped at a sound of a clock
Along with a loud alarm was my mother
Woke me up from screams that bothered her
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in my room
Then I remembered my bike parked far from our lawn
July 11.2022 9.52am
I took my dog for a walk on the beach.
Ran into Karen and she started to preach.
Plastic bags times three; filled with doggie debris.
People polluting the beach she decreed.
I smiled politely turning to continue on my way.
Apparently, she had a whole lot more to say.
I listened disinterested and mostly ambivalent.
Thinking, how could anyone be so ignorant?
When a seagull swooped by and did something magnificent.
It was the perfect rejoinder to this entire incident.
Without displaying too much emotion;
I wondered, how much of that gets dropped in the ocean?
Karen’s face was filled with disgust.
Now a parting shot just was a must.
Imagine if we tried to bag the lot of it.
Could we fill our oceans with all that plastic?
I tipped my hat and headed on my way.
Wishing Karen, a most wonderful day.
Cloudy days are a real test
They can drag our spirits down
But I'm usually up for the challenge
In my role as the village clown
My goal is to bring a great big smile
To a bunch of faces each day
What better way to spend my energy
Than to chase the blues away
If we could all get with the program
What a happy place this could be
Instead of bunches of sour pusses
We would climb the happiness tree
Not saying I have all the answers
We've got lots of problems on earth
Hope we're headed in the right direction
Let's celebrate the world's rebirth
Cloudy days are a real test
They can drag our spirits down
But this guy won't let the blues inside
You won't catch me wearing a frown
Where you headed
When your on the run
Staring down the barrel
Of a loaded gun
Blue lights in the rear view
Life’s looking dim
Push the pedal harder
Escape the unlawful grim
No money for food
Thieving at night
Jacking and selling
Will all my might
Dealers and creatures
Of the night
Sidelying shadows
Oh what a sight
Sun creeps up
Moon goes down
Running like crazy
A faceless clown
Nowhere is somewhere
Running around again
Escaping my dark fate
Can’t see the end
Sun goes down
Moon rises up
Blue lights in my rear view
Ain’t life tough
Where are you going
When your on the run
Looking down the barrel
Of a loaded gun
Thoughts aren’t normal
Drug fueled craze
Can’t see straight
Through all the haze
Finally caught and
Locked in a cell
Life’s looking bleak
Scared as hell
Why can you not see in acting as though you are blind
He set you free so that it would be Him that you would find
He has laid down every single stone on this His easy road
But you have never even grown or come to realize what is owed
You joke about His Holy Name in building up your own pride
Not seeing the shame, especially because for you He died
You never take His side because you don't want to look lame
In saying that they have all lied and life is really just a game
Though you don't like to dwell as I can see it in your eyes
Even the thought of hell well this thought you just despise
But that is where you are headed if you don't know His Name
With the enemy you are embedded and Jesus will put you all to shame
May I suggest that you turn from your wicked ways
And try doing your best to give Jesus His just praise
You only have just so many days in this His test
Just learn of His Ways and He will do all the rest
The spring on the door reverberates. Freedom of the outdoors, a chill in Spring air. Minecraft becomes an imaginary sport. Boys swinging wooden branches - their swords, smacking the bark of innocent trees. We watch from our loungers on the screened-in deck. Dusk waits to enter the stage as the boys rush from the upper yard, down the stairs then up onto the deck and go inside as we hang back. The inside screen snapped in place. Us ladies converse about this and that. Interrupted by
the quickness of a red fox, social distancing, yet very close. He darts, headed for the front yard. She jumps to go inside and bounces off the screen. We laugh and run into the living space - to the long windows, and see the creekbound animal stop to bury treasure in my canted yard.
We return to the deck with the boys. The mundane interspersed with excitement. We ponder what meaty part or animal bone’s preserved for another day — a squirrel perhaps, a bunny, a cat. We strategize over what to do with a closer encounter of the wild kind. The little one whips out a pretend gun. “Now,” mama says, “ that’s not the way. We stay very still especially if the fox is unaware of us.”
Unaware of us, but we are utterly aware of his rugged beauty, his bushy tail, the fact that he’s not a tame dog or cat.
Later, kin asks if I snapped a picture. I would have had to venture outdoors, the tricky fox nearly hidden behind the tree, near the bottom of the hill. However my mind snapped a few, to be stashed in my dendrite album, and I know my ruddy neighbor will return for his forage of food. Perhaps I will catch a bite,
speedily snapping a moment, ken to the fact that my phone’s not up to the task.
4/29/2020
A boxer in the ring may think
He’s getting all the breaks;
Then bam! he’s down, for just like that,
One punch is all it takes.
I know exactly how he feels
For suddenly, today,
Whatever energy I had
Quite quickly drained away.
It happened as I headed home
From taking in a movie.
The walk was twenty-seven blocks,
But I was feeling groovy.
The last few streets seemed very long
And man, I sure was sweating.
I hoped that it was not the flu
That somehow I was getting.
I made it home and hit the couch
And fell into a sleep;
My dinner plans for later on
I knew I couldn’t keep.
Whatever hit me, from left field,
Was surely tantamount
To reeling from a punch that sent me
Flat out for the count.
After our not so delicious meal, we started home
He turned onto our usual well-worn road
Headed west where we bumped across raised railroad tracks
There at the octagon shaped stop sign turned northwest
Feeling sated and situated on the road home
Home where the old weak heart resides
Home where comfy cotton clothes are worn
Home where feet are adorned with thong sandals
It is at least forty-five minute drive
Through rural Georgia with flourishing farmland
Verdant pastures next to many neat old homeplaces
Ones we see at least three times a month
Today something different caught our old tired eyes
A golden-yellow field but also a deep, pine green
Both of these old people wondered aloud
What is that growing over there?
With each passing second, we drew closer
Our old eyes began to grasp the beauty
The grace, symmetry of this four acre field
It was sunflowers, glorious sunflowers
I told my husband to turn onto the closer county road
Go onto a road less traveled by us and many
On that country road not well-traveled
Stood sunflowers, somewhat drooped on a cloudy day
However, that is not all of the story
I don't know if I have free versed enough
Should I go on?
Maybe save the rest for another day?
They asked if they could borrow Titsy for a space cat ad.
I thought he might like it, being a first time cat dad.
These whining mewing kittens were driving us both mad.
So I agreed to let them have him for their astronaut ad.
Titsy kept thanking me over and over for the chance to be a star.
I did not mind at all, could not wait to run out to the car.
Let’s go out for lunch after the photos are taken, I suggest.
He was glad to think of it, and did not in any way protest.
Tina, the wife of the cat litter kingdom was miffed to say the least.
I would make a better model, she argued, a bit of a jealous beast.
We’ll bring you back a treat, I promised, maybe some fine cat nip.
I forgot that as a lactating mom, she dare not put that sip upon her lip.
Titsy was given nip so his eyes looked wildly large and over wide.
He loved being the center of attention with a space ship by his side.
Let’s never go back, he said. And we both laughed until we cried.
Knowing Tina would hunt us down and kill us though; no way to hide.
So we stopped at the diner and had tenderloins, we two.
We talked about our days of bachelorhood, before Tina. We were goo.
We wrapped up the left overs and headed back home to the wives.
We had promised forever to them, so we shared a side of fries.
That’s jake, said the dewdropper to the bluenose who snorted.
Mind your potatoes, said the wurp. He had had too much footjuice.
The bluenose held a gasper out to the dewdropper. Here.
Nozzled, the wurp stumbled behind the shed, heading toward the hole.
He’s gone to iron his shoelaces, said the bluenose in a haughty way.
Go chase yourself, said the dewdropper. Bring us back a couple of sinkers.
The upstage bluenose looked at him carefully. You’ll be here when I return?
Sure, said the dewdropper. I swear it on my manicle.
You guys want noodle juice too?
That would be nerts, the dewdropper said.
Oliver Twist came up to beg a sinker.
Sure, said the bluenose, feeling superior. You’ll be here when I get back?
Go chase yourself! Urged the dewdropper.
He gave him an icymit, so the bluenose turned toward the diner.
That was the berries, said Oliver Twist, settling on an old car chassis straggle buggy.
The dewdropper told him to scat.
“That’s a rhatz!” the kid yelled, and he ran off.
What kind of phonusbalonus were you feeding to the kid?
It was the wurp, back from his potty break.
That blue nose is bringing the law, dewdropper lied. Let’s book.
Tell it to Sweeny, said the wurp. I’m settled.
Let’s blouse before that bluenose gets back, dewdropper said to wurp.
Bank closed? Sure. Why not. They headed for the motel to appeal to the owner.