Business Seasons Poems

Dear
insects,
Bees, and wasps.
Come out and eat.
Do not bother me.
Please mind your own business.
Build your nest, but not near me.
In that way, we can both exist.
If...

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You have spent a decade and a half in a foreign land looking for something that you couldn’t understand; you have worn the vest and...

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Two rust-red tubes running up the hillside,
by the wood's edge, hidden just in the trees,
they have water, and compressed air inside,
pumped up the mountain to...

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 Daffodils sway gently in the warm breeze
whilst buzzing sounds the business of bees.

The birds sing for the arrival of spring -
a chorus for brighter...

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the winter season
sparks earnings for physicians. 
praise the flu business 


Written: February 05, 2021...

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There once was a General who had an investment in the swamp 
He had many ways of getting what he wants 
Including making things great...

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HUGE AND LARGE
EXTRAORDINARY OUT OF THIS WORLD
SAUNAS AND POOLS
LOTS OF ROOMS
OVERLOOKING THE HILLS
OVER MULTIPLE SQUARE FEET
TWO STAIRCASES
AN ELEVATOR TO SEVERAL FLOORS
DIAMONDS AND SILVERS
ALSO, WITH ALOT...

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Spring has sprung, the fields have turned green;
He walks to the sunshine and stands on his dream;
He grew up in fields of brown earth and...

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There is always something to write about
I don’t know what you are talking about
There is always something to write about
So take out your pen and...

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seems like ole man winter
     aint finished doing business
whereat get dem self up
     in fine fetters and...

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Honey. 
A question.

One?

For now.
Subject to chain-reaction change.

As long as we're clear
about our lack of restraining rules.

Quite so, dear.
I'm wondering about that line
"Jesus is the reason
for...

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I OPENED A DOOR, 
TO WIND AND SNOW 
OLD MAN WINTER 
AND TEMPS 20 BELOW. 
TO BE IN HIS PRESENCE,
WAS INCREDIBLE THRILL. 
TO HEAR HIM...

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5th Ave. was shoulder to shoulder with
hungry lunch-seeking business men
and women. Ricardo unpacked
his horn nervously and a foot cymbal.
Spring, early street season, too cold
for most...

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Barking dogs echo beyond the doors of the pitch black night.Mysteries of the anxious dark buried deep in the heart of villains playing rock and...

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Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend...

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