the green truck,
was waiting
in the drive way
the right words,
came too late
to the tip of my tongue
paraphrase of rev 3:20/mark 1:15/john 20:21&21:16/matt 28:20/acts 1:8&zech 4:6
he stands at the door &
knocks
hear his voice?
let him come in
his realm
is nearby
turn back
& trust
for as he was sent
so
are you & I
to tend his sheep
disciple
& reveal
not by might or power
but
by
the spirit
within
If I were a horticulturalist like Sam Van Aken
I would splice a banana tree with a strawberry tree.
Strawberries are not tree-grown?
Okay.
Then I would splice a banana tree with a peanut tree.
If I could find a butter cow from the Iowa State Fair
I would set it under this new bana-peanut-a tree
For there is nothing better than a peanut butter and banana
sandwich
And I eat butter on everything
I did not know that about peanuts.
I would splice a banana tree with a pistachio tree
over my butter cow.
Skeletal garden stalks rattle, shivering,
long leaved arms rustle in the wind,
bony fingers snap in rhythm
to October’s haunting song;
they gather as shadowy hillside wraiths,
spectral companions for Ichabod Crane.
Summer shudders,
scattering abundant harvest corn,
thick as hoar frost,
squirreled away in darkened dens by scurrying rodents,
tasty treats against winter’s frigid tricks.
Wet days drip from the eaves,
hardening in lengthening icy fingers
that pry slippery edges from shortening days.
The pumpkin fields,
beaten chocolate brownie cakes,
sweetened with light snow,
have surrendered fat orange fruits
to carvers’ knives for spicy pies and jack-o-lanterns.
Autumn bridges fire and ice,
a zesty-sweet season splice.
© September 15, 2015
SPLICE
T itivated to accomplish (a) mazing things.
H eaven bound it seems.
E verlasting in faith and belief
C ause I only have me to be.
R eaching for attainment that is hard to achieve.
O utward spiraling to acquire my wants and needs.
S uch desires are to be.
S pectacular is how I feel.
E ffervescence is humbling.
S equestering greater altitudes!
I nvigorating my surrounding world!
N ot denying the complexities that has formed.
Y et informing my acumen, I am
O pen minded to new ideas.
U pbeat even when down.
R arely ever will a frown be found.
E difice to a golden way, I
Y awn to release the agitation.
E very day is demonstrative
S oldiering vigorously, therefore let's sally forth.
Splice...
In front of me he stands in disgust.
I know that life is not what it shows.
Nonetheless, this is addressable.
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Ascribed July 15, 2015!
Verse Drama/Dramatic Verse Acrostic (A New Form by Verlena S. Walker)
Magnificent Margaret is our estate or
the Wicked Witch of the West is correct,
but others like me feel superlatives or deploratives do not splice.
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