few colors, but green
a Fall stand out
spotty, the Southern reds
beautifully shaped
teeny, not trite
the fallen
up North, pleased
by ample leaves
the tumbler of hues
crimson and gold
over my shoes
as if snow
trees on both sides
of the streets, a treat
still, I know
my yard will overflow
raring to be raked
slurried by depths
piled on tarps
pulled down slopes
agonized over
forgotten the sparkle
the jumping pile
of a cheering child
Categories:
tarps, autumn,
Form: Free verse
Drills are buzzing, hammers banging;
Men on ladders, tool kits hanging.
Renovation’s going on and
Waiting is the key.
Dumpster’s filling, scraps are flying;
Things look messy, no denying.
Renovation’s taking place
For an eternity.
Lights are dangling, tarps are blowing;
Lists to finish just keep growing.
Renovation’s in the works and
Not the place to be.
Quite a job the crew is facing;
So much that requires replacing.
Renovation’s at my son’s house -
Glad it’s not for me!
Categories:
tarps, house,
Form: Rhyme
Rain slipped in
sliding on the din
just passed dark
came midnight sparks
before the light of morning sun,
spits and spats, tips and taps,
lulls and dulls,
sputtered mutters culls,
on the shutters closed,
clammy, dank, and damp,
click-clack, stamped,
pitter-patter tones,
on the walk path stones;
soft and harsh,
wind blowing scowls along the tarps
glistening glows
misting the grassy rows,
October doom looms,
harvests wells consumed
rain falls
as autumn calls.
Categories:
tarps, allusion,
Form: Alliteration
It means the world to me
when you applaud my beauty
robbing me of insecurity,
while abandoning smiling
wanton vixens of haste
fixate brown eyes of lure
beyond the heavens; for me
just for me.
It means the world to me
when you renew our beauty
robbing us of boredom
leading to whoredom’s
capitol villages of lust
we must always trust
above the heavens; for us
just for us.
It means the world to you
when you protect our home
while strangers roam stranger
avenue venues warped in
vain tarps filled to capacity
with audacious greed married
to requited hate; for all of us
just for all of us.
It means the world to us...to love
It means the world to us...to love
It means the world to us...to love.
Categories:
tarps, black african american, blessing,
Form: Free verse
Flutes, ahead laying the routes
Oboes they off to Villalobos
Harps, dusting off vessel tarps
Violin silenced by engine din
Cello, matching the revving bellow
Piano sad in the canoe
Clarinets are taking private jets
Horns, fasten seatbelts the Captain warns
Cymbal off checking the gimbal
Saxophone, sorry plane now flown
Bassoon missed flight in June
Trumpets in London loving crumpets
Timpanis tanning in Florida Keys
Tambourine, ouch you forgot sunscreen
Drum in Jamaica sipping on rum
Trombones still crossing time zones
Tuba, where else but Cuba!!
Categories:
tarps, humor, humorous, travel, writing,
Form: Free verse
Aspen, ponderosa pine, blue spruce
pink glacier-cut rock, scree, ravens
gray jay, peregrine falcon, hawk.
We climb to 11,000 feet in three days,
camp at Lawn Lake for three days. Alpine
tundra. Elk, bighorn sheep, marmot.
Tileston Meadows, ticks in grass,
rock face of Mummy Mountain.
Binoculars show pink cracks in gray rock.
Stoke gas stoves, play cards.
Boil water, set up tarps, lay out
sleeping bags, hang bear bag.
Watch crescent moon slice into
Fairchild Mountain. Moonlight
makes a mosque of the rocks.
Yellow aspen splash in dark green
spruce and pine. Gullies where streams
slash during spring snowmelt.
One rock, feather or flower worth
more than money. Need no wallet,
keys. Just clothes for fur.
All day climb toward saddle to see
what's on other side. One hawk floating
among bare peaks and over valleys.
Wind at 13,000 feet
turns to sleet. Turn back from peak,
take boulders two at a time down.
Winter moves into mountains.
Then we fly from Denver to New York
where it's still summer.
Categories:
tarps, blue, clothes, flower, mountains,
Form: Verse
The illicit use of ********
Has reached a new plateau
It has fertilized the market
By the boys that run the show
The mush cannot consider muse
As the handshakes turn to hugs
The compliments are not small jokes
That get swept beneath the rugs
The best believe their own ********
They swear it’s not their game
You know that we’re all guilty
But some just know no shame
They all have shovels aready
Smiles packed with squirrels cheeks
Tarps are covering everything
As the dummy sits and speaks
“I came from a fluent ghetto
But I rose up from the night
To speak back to you a story
That I dreamed up late last night”
“The things I know are fantasy
As I rub your backs by day
They pay me like I’m useful
Because I know just what to say”
Categories:
tarps, trust,
Form: I do not know?
Experiment, the worth of kings,
no bonafide adventuring
not impinge, glory, noticing,
the trial of "over" ~ SING, BUT SING!
And over, 'til the mode be right,
that last decision, still up tight.
I've felt it oft, all nerves on edge,
have gone too far, my reasons dredge!
It is Inventing, cant resign,
the pulse of difference is my rhyme,
I'll just dive in, for one more time,
then still dig in, this idea's mine!
What closer skill can Man divine,
than right to change, with purpose fine,
not to relinquish my own kind
but build with vision, some new find!
To heal some soul . . . . from mortal bind!
Working with Inventors from the Midwest, some Immigrants, some of the ideas we saw become developed were ~ The radial tire, the round swing, round hay bale,
vise-grip, portable phone, highway breakers, tarps for Semis, ethanol plants, water cleaning equipment, faux diamonds, negative ion air machines, compost ideas, turn signals for autos. We worked on Patents in Omaha, Nebraska ~ Inventors from Denmark, etc. Ideas built America, Corporations like Sears Roebuck, helped the little guy. Let's get America back to those "ideals!"
Categories:
tarps, adventure, dream, freedom, imagination,
Form: Monorhyme
Blue tarps and pink foam.
That's all some people have to call home.
This is what they use to cope.
They do their best not to lose hope.
Within the span from sun to moon.
They continue to pray for help to come soon.
The roof and walls are built with love.
They stay warm and dry with faith from above.
Scraping up the only choice they've got.
They do their best with what they've been taught.
Futures and past times doesn't leave much for presents.
Boys in grubbers, little girls in peasants.
Passerby's and neighbor's want to tear it down.
Don't want them messin' up their pretty little town.
But just where would you have them go.
So that nobody would have to know.
Well soon is coming, one way or another.
I think it's time to help our brother.
Party line details leave the tax man knocking.
Sadly, the fools just keep on talking.
Someday the moon will light the night with peace.
And hope in a bottle won't be just a lease.
The river of life will flow forever more.
Right outside of everybody's door.
Categories:
tarps, introspection, social,
Form: Rhyme
Lift up the tarps
Let the stubborn rain in
Wind up the roof
Watch the lightning begin
Mud up the feet
In the dance of the wilderness
Twist brooding trees
in a moment of dizziness
Spin all the stars undone, laughing and overcome
Mix all your tears with the eyes that the rain came from
Sleep under grumbling clouds, thick sleep with anvil eyes
Wake to be healed by the opulent opal sky
Fold up the tent
Let the sun warm the ground
Pull up your roots
and sweet tune to the sounds
Pack up the storm
in your backpack and go
You just can't stop the rain~
Might as well join the flow...
Categories:
tarps, life, nature, peace, places,
Form: Free verse