Fluffy tailed rodents chasing rings around trees
Cool air, bringing a realism with harsh new breeze
Leaves redressed in yellows, oranges, golds and reds.
Nothing but brown ugly things in my flower beds.
Autumn is here, tooting her coronet about winter.
The wood on the porch is rotten, the edge has splintered.
Jackets and sweaters are searched for, I discover my old blue.
Mittens are almost never a match, you find one, but not two.
Fall is a reminder that the world is tensing up for snow.
Frost and sleet, ice on the roads, hope you do not have far to go.
I scrunch down in my chair surrounded by fluffy fleece.
Eating warm foods like potatoes with gravy made with grease.
Categories:
redressed, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
Have you built
a cathedral
with language
unblessed
Adopting an
Angel
your spirit
redressed
Have you
filtered the
verbiage
with water Divine
The Savior
within
you
— still waiting to find
(The New Room: September, 2024)
Categories:
redressed, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
For every shown interest,
The withdrawn is impressed:
The guy badly suppressed,
His once high feelings repressed...
Your smiles are tears addressed
And spotted frowns redressed:
Unseen wounds cleaned and dressed,
Rumpled face stretched and pressed.
For every shown interest,
Many restive youths rest;
As many soon their best;
You'd one ask "Be my guest!"
In men you show interest,
In them you block protest...
Categories:
redressed, age, conflict, devotion, love,
Form: Rhyme
Imagine that?
A disabled homeless man
and war veteran is now
sleeping on the sidewalk in America;
the greatest, richest, most powerful...
country on the face of the earth.
A country this hero gave
so much of himself.
serving; a country he risked his life
shedding blood and guts for.
He'd proudly serve her again if he could,
despite the fact
she's forgotten him
and left him out in the cold.
And that's the thanks he gets...
for decades of service
and sacrifice? We both know
he's one of many! How did it
come to this? It's a travesty
that must be redressed.
Date written: 12/19/2020
Categories:
redressed, irony, life, perspective, sad,
Form: Free verse
These days of changing values can be hard:
What once was just, today's considered wrong.
Some things encouraged now at one time jarred,
Abandoned now are values once held long.
Unquestioned rules and customs are eschewed,
And standards jettisoned yet not replaced.
What once was fixed has now become unglued,
While words which all revered are now erased.
But while injustices should be redressed,
Iconoclasm can exceed all sense—
When free expression finds itself suppressed,
Then tolerance becomes a sad pretense.
For though things change, some things stay valid still:
Light is not dark, nor yet is good now ill.
This sonnet has received an Honorable Mention in the Society of Classical Poets 8th Annual Poetry Competition.
Categories:
redressed, change, conflict, confusion, integrity,
Form: Sonnet
I’m thankful for the beauty of the Earth
In all its splendor and with all its flaws
But how it suffers for our mindless cause
We are a heavy burden on its worth
Though ageless seems and generously blessed
There is a threshold to its copious gifts
And once leviathan begins to shift
Too late may mankind’s damage be redressed
But thankfully there’s time to pledge a cure
For we may yet amend our mindless schemes
And turn our selfish thoughts to selfless dreams
Then beautiful she may yet still endure
Submitted December 2, 2018 for Thankful Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
redressed, beautiful, earth, thanks,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Today is for the living
fate yet to take its toll
The reaper’s threats lie cold and bare
when not yet on his roll
Life belongs to those who bleed
with joy and pain redressed
The will to live—Your love to give
those things denied to death
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)
Categories:
redressed, death, life,
Form: Rhyme
Getting dressed is a conundrum
Doe's this go with that, I don't know
The whole debacle has me numb
That's where my wife steals the show
She doesn't tell me, what to wear when
She just nudges a bit here and there
I'm ready to go out, but then
Crafty questions float through the air
Is that shirt too tight, or will it do?
Was it last night you wore those pants?
I agree because I don't have a clue
But together we're ready to dance!
Categories:
redressed, humorous, marriage, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
gale to bluster, sleet to bluster, worst whacked are hobos around huts cluster.
nowhere to doss, tempest to toss, yet another sucker punch sweeps across.
with big boot to field, with big stick to wield, arrogative hosts of imperial capital always have big deal to yield,
so august the majestic center, so wretched the lowborn hobos, ouster order seems to get it best addressed,
with wish we roil, for wish we toil, how come repayment of repellence proves us a foil to the soil sordidly steeled?
humanity they tread, hostility they breed, how bleak it is to plead for the creed they've professed!
empty as the firmament is, vast as the earth, no habitat for us o'er the horizon strides caste chasm.
much as we wail, much as public opinion vociferates, the sacrament highest held hails from their behest.
astray our kith and kin adrift our kismet, ashtray accommodates our enthusiasm, echoes with their gleeful spasm.
ouster order, peremptory, outrageous, sledgehammer; its wide-ranging aftermath ne'er to be redressed.
Categories:
redressed, abuse,
Form: Rhyme
In the darkest gloom I have only dreamt
As many can’t; though slumber sent
As many gently slept; I cannot sleep
With rest disturbed from rancid dreams
From the beginning of life I could never awaken
The sorrow and pain that many have forsaken
Hearts turn to stone; as I have three
And none were ever given to me
Why- has the lights of youth, in dawns caressed
Do they shake in dreary storms redressed?
From every dream of bad and good
An obscurity that haunts my blood:
From all mountains, or the hills
From the black beak of the river mills
From a moon that hides behind a turning sun
In its glory revealed for everyone
From every killer’s lullaby
That has passed beside me in the night
From the power and surety of every aftershock
With the world taking my ticking clock
The alarm…ever merciful, never goes off
Categories:
redressed, allegory, confusion, death, depression,
Form: Rhyme
.
Touched by the nymph
tenderly
‘pon mine lips
And this heart of mine
did throb
and mine face
the color
beet red
Oh my pulse
my pulse
by the nurse could not be read
Yes
the nymph smiled as she
redressed mine bed
Categories:
redressed, passion,
Form: Free verse