The quiet is heavy with the emptiness
Leaves mingle and as the soft winds rustle
They whisper I am
The crows this morning complained loudly
Only unshelled peanuts filled the rail
There are times when the days do not
Speak to me nor fill my heart with hope
The crows have left the fence
The leaves are still
This day is heavy with gray clouds
The dog needs his stitches taken out
He does not trust us today
He may forgive in an hour
Such is the heart of a dog that is loved
The crows not so much
I am so tired
Deeply deeply worn and weary
What can I find to be
Refilled restocked replenished
And look again toward the sky filled with stars
And the stars twinkle back?
Categories:
unshelled, depression,
Form: Free verse
I saw the the unshelled seedpod of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the peanut.
Does the peanut make you shiver?
does it?
I saw the the lemon edulcorate of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the sugar.
Does the sugar make you shiver?
does it?
When I think of the sweetness, I see delicate words.
Now old is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the sweetness is unhealthy.
A lamb, however hard it tries,
Will always be zany.
A lamb is cockamamy. a lamb is buffoonish,
a lamb is unreasonable, however.
An apiculture, however hard it tries,
Will always be american.
Does the apiculture make you shiver?
does it?
Categories:
unshelled, allusion, animal, family, lost
Form: Free verse
Morning eggs arrayed
in their cartons.
Cold domed power-plants
in their laboratory-white shells.
I try not to dwell
on the still humming embryology.
The unknown waits inside the oval
until it cracks open.
Is that a spindrift of red in the yoke?
Maybe it’s just ova solar activity,
a flesh flare, as the egg is unshelled.
I watch for signs of a struggle to fly.
Categories:
unshelled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Found bloodied and mutilated bodies of
religious extremist murderers
As cadavers they lie beside
unshelled bullets and shells
Now lay dead, frozen with souls taken,
unmoved
Masters,raised them to be butchered,
unspotted
Their kin by birth cursed by the world,
immobilized
Death gives them punishment,sufferings,
impartially
World does not fear them rather they prey
themselves
Categories:
unshelled, death, dedication, destiny, evil,
Form: Free verse
For Children of War and Other Deceptions
The load of time
weigh heavy
on the yokes of life;
the unshelled shelled.
Gone.
Innocence of children
preyed upon;
life failed to root itself.
Janus face war genuflects
craving forgiveness;
praising its necessity.
Categories:
unshelled, analogy, children, death, imagery,
Form: Prose Poetry
Once I sat on our veranda with my sister, sweet Miranda
And the forbidden goodies we had purchased at the store.
While I nibble, neatly snapping, suddenly there comes a flapping
Of an apron at the door. My dear mother is once more
Catching us in our misdoing while her favor we are losing
Standing at veranda door.
Frowning, pointing at the floor at the shells we had been dropping,
Cracking peanuts without stopping, we had purchased at the store.
"Pick them up," our mother uttered. ""You are lucky they're not buttered.
They would be forever more staining my veranda floor.
We could see she was revolted so my sister and I bolted
To our mama at the door.
Neither of us dared to amble, bump each other as we scramble
To pick up the shells from off the floor, for our mom who we adore.
Vowing not to buy them anymore, unshelled peanuts from the store.
Ready to be reprimanded, though we've done what she commanded,
We stand still to be admonished, knowing well we should be punished
For the shells upon the floor.
Written: Oct. 4, 14
Categories:
unshelled, poetry,
Form: Rhyme