"How hard can it be?" she may ask
Before she warms up to the task
"It isn't a toy,"
Sighs the patient boy,
"Think of it as an handy flask!"
Categories:
primer, humor,
Form: Limerick
Misname it
Game it
Shame it
Inflame it
Maim it
Defame it
Blame it
Disclaim it
Categories:
primer, leadership, political, satire,
Form: Monorhyme
My mother inventing a puddle
pours two delicate teaspoons worth of water
onto dry desert sand panting with thirst.
She explains how primer absorbed
so quickly by wood means there is no need for paint
of a lesser color lest paint be wasted thrown away.
I will not look directly in her eyes
but can sense my mother’s lingering glance
ease knowingly back to the pale.
And with the first drop of grey stone primer
spilled on old-pipe silver garage flooring
on a hot summer June day in Clear Lake, Texas,
two plain pebbles from Albuquerque
thrown by my three-year-old daughter eight years prior
at an overhead Houston-Hobby bound aircraft
crash in a puddle priming July.
Categories:
primer, daughter, divorce,
Form: Free verse
When the buds are tender green
And the fig leaves begin to sprout
None will mistake the end time scene,
The earth itself will shout.
Upon a horse,faithful and true,
He returns on a cloud,
As, in the air He comes into view
Every knee is bowed.
The book of life is opened,last
Sin meets it's heart's desire;
The deceiver and the deceived,cast
Into the lake of fire.
Water ,clear as crystal now,flows
Reviving,the once dead;
Those faithful,who Jesus knows,have
His name on their forehead.
A new earth,no more fire,sunlight or sea,
But living water that heals,thee and me.
Categories:
primer, christian, truth,
Form: Didactic
To have love in your life
Is like being insured,
It’s a good path to true peace of mind.
It can cut like a knife
But it leaves you assured
There’s some covering for your behind!
And if love comes with debt,
You’re investing in you,
Which is always a good place to be,
And like any asset,
Best to take the long view,
For the good stuff you rarely get free.
Still crown jewel of soul,
I can’t say this enough,
Is the time you invest in God’s word,
His, the heart to console,
For when going gets rough,
All He wants is to know He’s been heard.
Though you think it’s control,
He just wants you to win,
And your happiness all He desires,
Let Him walk with you, stroll
Down a path clear of sin,
Not convinced His ride’s sweet? Kick the tires!
Long Tooth
June 25, 2016
Categories:
primer, allusion, faith, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Granite; dark with quartz
and royal with feldspar
polished with stars and ghosts
its brother Marble
cool with drops of scented water
proud for veiled eyes
Chalk; full of dead white fish
rings of old life
Slate for a roof under Northern rain
Jade for a burned queen
hot and stripped of arms
A cycle of rock, an old crag
shouting through the mist.
Categories:
primer, nature,
Form: Free verse
It entered the heart, this misty ball of light.
Then found its way around the moat,
darkened metal deadbolt.
It tickled and teased (quite pleasing).
It had pristine sensitivity-sensuality
but it was never meant to be.
Deflected to the silver path,
it settled in forever's forever,
Deep into the heart of a grand giver...
Something it needed and deserved).
I hope it can live in peace
if only for a short while///
before death primes the walls of its
tomb.
Categories:
primer, caregiving,
Form: Free verse
...Tinsel shadows climb our hoping walls
Like the fat gray juices of angry guilt
Like the time my brother stole my joy
So that he could gloat in the reckoning
Of life like the Old Gambler on the hill
Wishing his horse would just die
Though I love him still, and his horse
And all thoughtless creatures
Received by us and given to us
For whatever purpose tended like a garden
In our minds and
I am my brothers keeper
As he keeps me around him like the wrapping of pages
From photo albums never made, blanketing him
Smothering him with wisdom and purpose and so
Every man is my brother and every photo of every man
Is the cherished relic of my church.
The dead forever whisper
Chanting our names so the ink and
Honey and lungs may re-speak truth
So our passage to the Core
Remains new and inventive.
Our hands through blue hair
Like wings of light
Through the rotting sewage of human time.
Speak now through color and life!
Or later, in death, from shadows.
Oh joy, oh joy, oh unimpeded joy!
Follow me like the sun follows the crow
Like the moon’s earthen glow.
And dance, dance, dance.
Categories:
primer, passionbrother, brother, me,
Form: Free verse
We have the effect of loaded dice on each other
Running our fingers through each others blue hair
Making dates, spraying our discharge all over the landscape
Reading books over stale gingerale
Fighting the promise of promised love
Castrating the wicked
Avowing of and fleeing for solitary confinement
For the sweeping moment of total prayer
Lost in our basements, discovering our old limbs
The sum of our parts, always greater than the warm
Smile in the cold glass mirror while...
Categories:
primer, passion
Form: Free verse