Why's the "Left" at times viewed as a meddlesome brigand,
And, "Golden Rule" seem such a stretch for our race?
Is it "Right" to hate most the folks (you haven't met yet),
Why's "Fear" such big deal in a world "Blessed by" Grace?
Why do some hate the thought ALL deserve a flat playfield?
Or quail when a friend fares much better than you?
Can't we celebrate smart folks who float all boats higher,
And let go of jealousies clouding our view?
Can a human who vacillates say they've found answer?
Ripe fruit in maturity sways in the wind.
And can you save yourself (with soul dying of cancer)?
Unless you endorse my dreams, you're no one's friend.
Long Tooth
April 3, 2018
Categories:
playfield, love,
Form: Rhyme
Like mother, like daughter
Like father, like son
Like uncle, like nephew
Like aunt, like niece
Like grandfather, like grandson
Like grandmother, like granddaughter
A man to a woman
A boy to a girl
A policeman to a policewoman
A deacon to a deaconess
A dog to a puppy
A cat to a kitten
A hero to a heroine
A lion to a lioness
A male to a female
A professional soccer player---------- football
A professional baseball player--------- baseball
A softball player---------- softball
A handball player--------- handball
A horse racer--------- jockey
A sport with sticks and an ice playfield--------- ice hockey
Demeter Edwards
Categories:
playfield, imagination,
Form: Light Verse
In another world
Space is just an old playfield
That’s barely thought of
Russell Sivey
Categories:
playfield, fantasy,
Form: Haiku