Sometimes on Discovery TV,
there's time-lapse to teach and dazzle us.
We might see that naked jay (before he's turned to blue)
in just mere moments transforming!
He masquerades in feathers and quickly grows.
Maybe we will witness the feeble endeavors
which finally propel him into flight;
as the camera follows him, he goes. . .
On some enchanted tropic isle
is the species of a tree
that some of us have never seen.
The camera's eye might focus
on a random bud among its glossy leaves.
Soon it blossoms pink petals
and if we watch some more,
perhaps we'll see the purple of its star apple emerging.
Then we'll see it grow,
and if left not plucked, shrivel up and go. . .
We are but mere ions
in the spectrum of a universe
we've entered through a magic door.
Miraculously born, we grow.
But at first it all seems so slow. . .
Then one day we try our wings.
Some of us may soar.
Others, like an apple never tried, will fall.
But all of us will look back before we go,
and we'll think how much it seemed a dream.
Time always goes. . . .
and then
we're
gone.
I see no shelter,
while I move past the crowds,
eager to put down the burden,
weighed upon my shoulders.
I see no shelter,
to quench my undying thirst,
in the scorching heat of loneliness,
that shrivel up my hopes.
I see no shelter,
to hide from the sun's flare,
that blinds my sight,
hindering my journey ahead.
For all I see are men,
hastening around me,
waiting for none but for themselves,
among the ravening.
Wriggly, wriggly, Willie Worm,
you’re so cute when you squirm!
You move your body to and fro
and that propels you to up and go!
Squiggly, squiggly, Willie Worm,
you soften the earth when you turn
and channel rain for plants and fruits
to trickle down and water roots.
Wiggly, wiggly, Willie Worm,
do not wander away from home.
You must not let your skin get dry
for you might shrivel up and die!
Giggly, giggly you earn a grin
whenever I feel your wrinkly skin.
I dare to hold you but it’s best
if I don’t, you won’t be stressed.
No matter how hard you may show
It will shrivel up in the snow
But don't take the word
Of a little bird
Because icicles grow and grow!
It is time to pack up, and run over the stepping stones.
Do not slip, for under the water lies sleeping bones.
I promise to blaze a trail through this fog, to let others escape.
But for the poor voices behind me, I can not wait.
There is nothing special out here.
But I can not risk becoming planted in there.
To shrivel up is not my fate.
I’d rather live in crisis than be poisoned behind that gate.
When my heart returns in the seclusion,
I told him to give me ten years,
In that time, he must see only me
Taste only me, make love to only me
Reflected only in my space.
Like an enchanted mirror or hope,
Our souls will continue to ask
For our morning blessing/
Happy or sad, our morning salutations/
There is nothing more appealing
Then seeing him in his white attires
a baseball cap, it captures the youth of innocent,
Is the fundament of falling in love,
After being in seclusion, it's also terrifying,
A roller coaster of emotion,
a mere Smily hideous gestures/
I can see no wrong now,
I can see no flaws,
I see only what my heart wants me to see
Him! those eyes, those high cheek bones,
While I allowed our souls make love,
Under the warm of the sun,
And the cold from the north,
Entwining into each other’s arms
Who will bless this union?
Who will be there for us,
When it all fade like leaf
*All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.*
Let me love you for now,
Let me smile, while you smile,
Let me , let me, let me..
Noisy noise,
brain drowning in Static
voices pounding on my head
uncontrollable panic.
Feeling manic;
no air to breath, no sleep.
eyes glazed all dead inside,
need to shrivel up and weep.
Reached dead end,
are we friends?
Do I even relate
To anything you say?
The act you play
you demonstrate
we do not coordinate.
I'm fed up-drowning in this mess up,
lets rewind the clock and shut this down
I spy the game you spun and it seems like
none of us have won.
They were extra circumspect in handling the matter
whilst others shrivel up they became fatter
where rules and regulations stamp authority
dictating subordinating those with less money.
Will they ever cease their ways to deliver some of fair?
Will they ever value people just enough to even share?
Will they ever see that hoarding money is unfit?
Will they ever have remorse for the evil they commit?
Will they ever put people first and business further back?
Will they ever know intelligence clearly they do lack?
For higher thought and reason evidentially has declined
when those that have the power fail to be kind.
Ozarks are brutally hot
Heated discussions and disappointment.
August is a potential fireball
Backs are sticking to leather car seats.
Animals escaping from the west arrive daily
Grass is dried brown, our earth parched
Cultivation of garden is a pipe dream
This summer is the hottest in a decade
There is a bleakness in these hills
Tomatoes shrivel up on their vines.
A storm of sorts is taking place
Temperatures are rising, people are angry
It is not the right kind of storm
No hope of water, dew is scarce.
Heated discussions and disappointment.
In a few weeks I will forget that I had a wonderful summer tan.
It will be a stretch to remember what the beach felt like.
The rich lush flowers will turn brown, and their heads will shrivel up.
But for today, I am going to enjoy the last two days of summer.
The lilacs have been gone a few months, but I have crepe myrtles.
They are gloriously beautiful in fluffy heads of hot pink and lavender.
Hummingbirds are circling their red feeder, waiting their turn.
Squirrels have found a nut and are fighting over it. Not yet! I tell them.
Kansas is enjoying a seventy-one degree day. I could put my feet in the pool.
But I do not have to, and they are comfy. Maybe it will be warmer tomorrow.
Barely wore swimming suit this year; I lament this as days are running away.
Had no bonfire, for my friends are all social-distancing. Regret this too.
This summer has felt like the Twilight Zone. Only saw my grandchildren once.
Used to see them weekly. They are growing up, so that is okay; I understand.
A yellow leaf falls off my walnut and lands at my feet. I love watching it land.
Six more leaves drop. Not yet! I implore them, not ready to give up summer.
GARDEN DILEMMA
Can someone please explain to me
A thing I find a mystery?
Though I attack with spade and hoe
The weeds I do not wish to grow,
Despite the effort and the pain,
Within a week they’re back again.
While plants I nurture every day,
Shrivel up and fade away.
There’s something I’m not doing right.
And so, I’m giving up the fight.
I’m digging up the flower bed.
I’ll build a patio instead.
11th June 2020
Garden Poem contest
Sponsor - Dear Heart
Autumn is hard to discern in Texas
Because of the year around heat and all
The leaves just seem to shrivel up and drop
But we have a sure way to tell if it's Fall
We look out our windows one night each week
To see if a bank of lights is aglow
If townspeople swarm to the lights like bugs
Why, it's Fall, my friend, and football's the show
Football is not a game of life or death
No sir, it's much more important than that
Why we name our children for football greats
You might hear Booger, Red or even Scat
The sweetest young boy with the dimpled smile
Gets blood in his eyes come Friday morning
And it builds all day 'til he hits the grass
The helmet he wears mostly for warning
This kind of behavior goes on all Fall
'Til Winter brings us all back to what's right
Then we start to look ahead to next year
When Fall sounds the call to come to the lights
9-11-19
Contest:Fall Into Fall
Sponsor:Chantelle Anne Cooke
Unmake The Universe - (Love Lost)
Unmake the universe one atom at a time
Withdrawal before you make mistakes
Babies will come out wrong
Light waves move smoother in reverse
They wave goodbye faster than they came
Love at the atomic level moves on faith
When love is missing there goes the world
Voids open up their cavities of black
There goes the neighborhood and us
Swallowed up in nothing
Mysteries unravel as is their fate
They shrivel up and die in outer space
Tell the universe to stop, to listen
To remove minutes from the hours of the day
Subtraction is a mission to that end
Nothing was there in the beginning
Nothing but empty space between the ears
And now the space between us
Unmake the world in front of you
Remove smiles from the face
Wait for a chemical reaction
Love works best that way
The tide hides before it rises
It waves goodbye one last time
never do you stop and think
as you shrivel up and slowly shrink
with each sip of that dastardly devils drink
that the meat so tender and so yellowish pink
was something that could once see and blink
a somewhat someone who's heart did sink
when that night you prowled the dark precinct
Why are our mums dried up and shriveled
While the neighbors are still vivid and fluffy?
Maybe the neighbors water theirs; and give them love.
We expect ours to shrivel up and die and so they do.
Green growing plants are like children.
They thrive with food, water, vitamin D and love.
They will meet our expectations the best they can
Unless we do not have any in which case they have to make their own
Children and mums, similar in many ways
Both helpless on their own
Yet they thrive with care
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