Dog is lying in the shade, his butt under the car’s tire
I bask in the sun, loving the Vitamin D
Wind picks up in a savage way
Shiny coral leaves dance in a macabre way
Dead, they forgot to fall off their branches last fall
Next month the new growth will begin
Will the neonates force the oldsters to the ground?
My thoughts move to my husband’s car
It is over a century old
Her chrome looks brand new
If she was turned
Would her headlights see the leaves that forgot to fall?
Would she honk in recognition?
Just a lazy day on a porch
A head full of wonder
The first independent woman
created by God from dust,
and placed in the Garden of Eden,
turned into a hot fiery female of fantasy.
The first wife of Adam,
she got banished from Eden
for disobeying his masculine domination.
In revenge the instinctive incarnation of lust
morphed into a night monster
for men to be spitefully allured, led astray,
and a child-killing witch,
strangling helpless neonates
with her enchanting golden hair.
The primordial fiend of serpentine seduction,
the first cohabiter of man,
Lilith, epitomized untamed power image,
embodying the forceful female archetype
of malevolent rebellion, evil empowerment,
and potent pursuit of feminine freedom.
sometimes
misconstrued
in a fluorescent grove
where malachite petals
marry emerald blades
verbose biting chews
too close to the cheek
among a confetti of bees
amid undulating bumps
of raw superfluous air
interdimensional entities
of spectral occurrence
wave with graphic-less suave
to gurgles, to coos, to hehs
seek noodle communication
to a bouncing mistaken few
using the eyebrow medium
of coincidence
a babbling infrasonic tool
of curious happening
sometimes
misunderstood
exhume, with heed
supressed benevolence
they fly shapelessly
in quartered skies
aloof in mocking flight
frilly, frothy entities
divebombing ghettos
exacting urban sprawl
chance upon neonates
and families out picnicking
feeding babies whose
knowing smiles to air
see, or do they?
– beware
Aeriforms
MOTHER EARTH
Oh stunning mother earth…
Foetus bellied out from you
Neonates became primates
You and I.
The talents of man
The forest of trees
The game of animals
Became the beauties of the universe.
Oh our clingy mother earth,
Moulds of earth on our bed
On the sole of our boots
Mother earth is everywhere.
Our mother to the earth,
She will never desert us
Till we become down to earth
No one is earth bound.
Three faerie neonates left in the garden bright
They slept well yesterday, well into the night
The Banshee wanted to save them, but was attached to a house.
The Brownies were worried they would be eaten by a mouse.
Three brave faeries from fairyland came up on Kelpies to rescue them
They noticed one was a single, but the other two were from Brothers Grimm.
They fed them some chocolate cake dunked with milk and fresh fruit.
Those baby faeries were grateful, and began to laugh and toot.
Should we take them back to fairyland? The oldest fairy asked.
A crowing rooster came by and said “Have they had a bath?”
The Banshee was throwing a big fit throwing pots and pans.
They should stay here! She screamed in their Irish homeland!
The brownies organized a campfire, and the fairy elders were called.
The elves and gremlins came too, and the babies were dressed and dolled.
It was decided they were to stay in Ireland, so they were taken to the kitchen.
The Banshee stopped throwing things and began to stop her beetch'n.
Inflicting guilt and worries on children.
Disturbing concepts that help none of them…
Unless you want to keep them paranoid, anxious and in line.
But warning, gurus of guilt and angst,
Teaching them the world is an unsafe place,
And that love is conditional, sometime backfires,
Paralyzing them, keeps your neonates immobile, unhappy, and perpetually sad
But if it meets your needs, who cares, right?