Ketchup
Keen tastes tomato sauce
Kosher on near all foods
Knockout drenched on french fries
Kindred to the mustard
Kept recapped in the fridge
King size bottle a must
Kindly pass the ketchup
3/9/2017
Pleiades K - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
The great unknown is not feared
For I feel I have been here before
My vessel merely commandeered
From the harbors of distant shores
It is obscure what set me adrift
On this river of life I travel
Rapids rough and the current swift
Bluff banks crumbling to gravel
With sun painting thick clouds
My vessel, floating slowly, in the shallows
Night songbirds like angels grow loud
The still becomes darkened with shadows
My destination has not yet been mapped
Although others have passed before me
This journey will soon be recapped
In a sunset of magnificent glory
Dead flesh will return to the dust
My soul disappear in the dark
This human mind beckons my trust
I'll be judged on the love in my heart
In the horizon looms the last bend
Making preparations to disembark
Oh what a journey it's been
On this river without a chart
6/16/2018
by Daniel Turner
Peering out around and about
Bewildered puzzled face upon me
Noticing something was just out of place
Though it has probably been here all along
This hesitant pace I’m rambling on
Wondering to myself aloud
As if an answer would soon too appear
Right through the paper thin air
Marveling at this spectacle of a thought
In which I now embrace
Recapped those of my last stops back behind a ways
Only to discover there is no rendition in recovering ones foot trace
Silly Silly Grace
For it is of such distaste as lead in the race
That so patiently abates its next comeuppance
Although it certainly wasn’t expected
An answer did appear
No not through thin air
Twas more an epiphany of sorts that stated in recourse
Thou shall not speak to oneself so clearly
Tis truly kinda creepy
None the less the answer I do confess is life…
Simply love purely living
As the tears pour down
In a harsh rain
The pool of memories
Fills and just as suddenly
Leaves a stain
Our pain shows like
Streaking lightning
Fear of losing this precious
One has hit our hearts full
Of shock It's frightening
Now gripping reality we realize
Our loss was great and
Our tears are many
Our memories are recapped
Plenty We will miss you
Dear one We will close your
Special book; only because
This chapter is done
Dedicated to my Son: Zachary