A flutter stirs in my chest,
Awaking it from its inattentive rest.
As a tiny butterfly wing unfurled,
To unleash a quake in nether world.
Such chaos reeks as tremor grows,
It billows and flaps as tempest bestows,
An effect far beyond what reason deserves,
From a flip of wing, hors d'oeuvres.
A simple glance, a glint from eye,
Triggers my heart to offbeat awry,
To blast a chain reaction melee!
All order is lost - May Day, May Day!
A wing flap in Brazil, a tornado in Texas brings,
A tiny ripple in the cosmos that sings,
A reverberating chaotic chorus to heart strings,
Tuned to quiver sympathetic, to resonant dings.
I should like to take Bitter Rattles
As in their own right Brazen battles …
Intensely, The Speaker is flowing,
Whether or not with eyes glowing;
Also riotously, he is thinking
And as riotously blinking,
A nearby child to start yellowing
And into its shell burrowing;
Panicked sows not farrowing,
For as long as he isn’t mellowing
And down issues narrowing,
His forehead oddly furrowing …
Visibly, it is one drying up,
The Badly Thirsty with a glass cup.
With billions of opinions.
There'll always be conflicts where nobody wins.
Those islands of tranquility are steadily shrinking.
Due to a shortage of God and seas of rising greed.
Faith clinging tightly to storm-battered faith.
I'm praying for much brighter and happier days.
Goodness is made of limestone and will eventually cave.
Leaving a path of damnation in its crumbling wake.
The peacemakers fled their posts a long time ago.
Leaving behind the shells of their ghosts.
To many people, shaking selfish rattles.
Carrying banners of ID into another unholy battle.
Don't call it a carry-on
It may not fit under a seat
Nor an overhead bin item
Loose -- it rattles, bleats and repeats
You might well ask airlines
Their fee for a walking cane...
Why, there's no charge at all; they're free
They're what? ~ Are airlines gone insane?
White bike
spray painted
by dad
but the spoke rattles
and hot pink reflectors
were all hers
heard and seen
she made sure
but when I last
saw you
when we last spoke
we were nine
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