You can’t bury him yet
The wise old owl well fed
Eyes keen, a healthy spleen
A wrinkled face shows a has-been
But not so fast
Old hickory not passed
But vigilant and wise
Wisdom his greatest prize
He saunters slowly like a snail
His stories, jokes are all old mail
His humor, full of jest
Tall tales believed are just the best
He loves his kids
And grandkids in the midst
Penuriously slaved
Years of elements braved
He’s yearned it, earned it
While life has taught him quite a bit
So when you pass him say “hello”
Not finished yet, his life is on the go
Categories:
penuriously, age, appreciation, family, grandchild,
Form: Rhyme
Seed in decayed matter did sleep
Fiery sun in heating waves did sweep
Wanton tears in flooded cavity did seep
Sapling through clogged circuits did peep
Sullied by passage, strands penuriously cheap
Ballasted by growth pains, emotions so steep
In new environs, from time's blight did weep
Yet the solid kernel's silted fibers did reap
Ingrained genes into light of day did slowly creep
Resembling yet distinct from nuggets time did keep
Tainting experiences from stem to bud did heap
But glorious hybrid into new world did leap
Categories:
penuriously, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
Vibrant, organic, woodland copse
Free-flowing sylvan form
Bonded to bartered soil
Your pulpy chalice with fawning tendrils expand
Bristling needles from your, wavy mantle extend
Briny resin bleeds from your deep reservoir
Your green cloak glistening still
Your crowning diadem stretches to the horizon
Subsequently, your noble bow leased for brigand wear
Penuriously felled in due season
Your prime tender sheared for trite offering
Your true shape, form stunted to acclimate
To your synthetically-groomed dorm
Your green twigs now carefully-preened artifice
Once unfettered appendages weighted with trite trinkets
Your wholesome, egalitarian visage translated into a conical orb
Categories:
penuriously, holidaygreen,
Form: Free verse