Holiday Perspective Poems

The table is old and worn
nicks and scratches 
its red plastic tablecloth left over from a forgotten Christmas
its holiday pattern worn and forlorn
many a Thanksgiving...

Read More

whispering whispers
sobering soliloquies
intake man i folds...

Read More

October is greeted with a welcome sigh
By those who love the cooler seasons,
But many of us dread her temperament
And, we all have our personal reasons.
I,...

Read More

Green Fruit

In the jar, 
the cucumbers are pickling. 
Grandma put them there, 
days ago. 

Slowly... 
They are getting more tart, 
more smart, 
and will fart,...

Read More

These... 

These are the days my friend, 
that we thought would never come. 
They are beautiful beyond belief, 
and they are moving fast. 
The seconds...

Read More

Merry Christmas Soupers
Don't be poet poopers
as you Don your Merry mask
sip lightly from the cask
remember to Uber in a stupor...

Read More

Spending a late autumn break
in the Scottish Borders countryside
though the climate then so cloudy
didn't deter as I got on my stride

Galashiels was our first base
staying...

Read More

Stay away from guns of all kinds, youngster! They're not toys.
Believe what you heard in the holiday film, "The Christmas Story;"
repeated over and over ..."You'll...

Read More

Wishing you contentment and peace this holiday.
Safety and health for all, I pray.
Some festive foods and display,
Gifts to receive and give away.

May this much enjoyment,
Outweigh...

Read More

I suppose the usual suspects, 
should fill up this poem,
City of lights, ancient pyramids, 
colosseum in Rome,
To be honest I seen all these places, 
sitting...

Read More

A Wooden Riddle

I walk through walls, 
but I'm not dead. 
(as they are unfinished) 
I try to keep the plans, 
locked in my head. 
From...

Read More

Tree Top Dancers
and Circus Clowns

The neighbors moved away. 
They said nothing to anyone, 
they just left. 
New people took the home. 
There was a big...

Read More

Does Not Take Much

The dust of yesterday, 
clings to my shoes, 
and tries to slow down...
my breathing. 
It is just dried clay, 
stuck to nothing...

Read More

Dance 

The pink ladies in their feathers, 
whirled in sync, 
again and again...
around. 
The party had just begun, 
and there was already,
one clown. 

The orchestra...

Read More

In St. Pete 
Where there is heat 
They will compete 
In a game that may not be so sweet 

You see there are these knights...

Read More