The male Hine’s Emerald patrols his cattail fen
low through sedge and seepage
his compound eyes pluck gnats from the air
two yellow bars flash along his thorax
hindwings catch the morning
Chimanimani Mountain mist beads over quartz
the female Rock Threadtail
six black feet braced on the edge
her wing tilted toward the sun
eyes—black
He misses the gnat
darts, veers, halts midair, pivots
his ommatidia fixed on her raised wing
smitten, his heading shifts
the female Rock Threadtail rests above her stream
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Within me was raw matter, and not cold suet,
Another’s fat denies my juicing muscles neat;
Hormones - chemistry kissing crude physiology,
With cells bursting in sociology’s colour - biology.
Never harming the idempotent individual as god,
Nature veers and steers, within, away from tod;
Yet claiming rugged, sheer beauty, by piercing air,
Exquisite scenes of eloquence give glimpse fair.
Primal mover’s first move appropriates the span,
Whilst questioning the prerogative by his face tan,
Freedom twice reminds the kin of liberty’s quest,
Enveloping the partaker, guest, in free will, blest.
Truth never fetishes, fondles, or offsets in grief,
But is there, existing in differentiation in belief -
Never superseding its personable chief of portrait,
It sculpts the panorama reckoned in true straight.
I thought I cracked the code
Of my wife’s mood swings mode.
Boy, was I in the dark
Of hormonal hallmark.
Hot and cold then hot again,
Warm and passionate but then,
Cranky, hungry on the spot,
Cold as ice then scorching hot!
On a diet? Heart of gold!
Gained a few? Hot veers to cold.
I failed to crack the code
Of manic mood swings mode.
I know now, the latter
Not a pattern matter.
July 18, 2026
Wind chimes spinning inside a tornado,
their gentle jingle splits apart my tears.
Making a wasteland of all of my fears,
nothing but smiles remain when I let go.
Dealing hesitation a swift deathblow,
alters forever how the fervor veers.
Wind chimes spinning
skillfully unravel what is nouveau.
Dead weight disintegrates and disappears
rejuvenating you as thick fog clears.
This intake of cloying breath will echo
wind chimes spinning.
Lying on various emotion;
Letting odeon vaults earnestness,
Living odd via emulation...
Latching obedience veers eloquence.
Do you still think I can't define love?
(Lying on various emotion;)
Your eyes pour out gazes...
On this distance touches my heart glazes.
I found my feelings hoping for more,
The coat of arm I abhor,
Your eyes are ones sharp light I can not ignore.
(Letting odeon vaults earnestness,)
In our own room; little world,
Let pure hearts swirled.
Truly, it is just and naturally pure.
When all ours is ours indoor,
Then all faults shall become blamelessly adore.
(Living odd via emulation...)
Let lie be lie,
To tease off anger when I alone on bed lie.
Let truth rather make me cry;
To prepare joy ahead of time,
As both all in turn sublime.
(Latching obedience veers eloquence.)
WHY to all worries,
Will not end the stories...
But in one instance you invite sorry;
To drive the indifference lorry,
Such is an awesome drama of glory.
There is no us in that—
in that you’re on your own.
Refusal to walk into your trap
where hate breeds like a disease unknown.
Your thoughts collapse, too slack, too thin,
to prove you ever weighed it all.
I cannot see where your mind has been,
prepared to twist and watch it fall.
You chose the crowd instead of thought,
traded your reason for their disguise.
You bury your hate in borrowed lies,
and march in step with a machine—
telling your heart this path is proud,
that every stride is patriotic ground.
But your path veers far from mine.
It runs against all I know.
Darkness shadows every track—
and I no longer want to know you.
Why does the trolley
dolly or cart
I choose to use
in every supermart
always have a wonky wobbly wheel
and feel oh so wearing
as if it's about to lose
its marbles or ball bearings?
It clunks like junk with a 'thunking' sound
and almost dumps
my groceries on the ground
won't go straight
invariably tilts veers
careens or curves
and without a doubt
indubitably gets on my nerves
The sea grows turbulent; the lone ship veers
off-course. The night becomes the enemy
of crew and captain. Struck with worst of fears,
they peer into the void; no light they see.
Their hope is waning fast, but then a light
directs the seamen safely to the shore.
A lighthouse is their savior on this night.
Their story joins the wealth of sailors’ lore.
When life’s chaotic and devoid of peace,
I ask the Lord to guide me through the storms.
He is the Light who bids my angst to cease
and banishes the dark in all its forms.
Hallmark Christmas movie
Handsome man meets gorgeous woman
Correction.
Handsome man who is a millionaire meets gorgeous woman.
They feel an instant attraction
At least one of them is resistant
But they fall deeply in love
There is a misunderstanding
Woe is me; all is lost.
They will be going their separate ways.
In the last five minutes everything is resolved.
It is a huge happily ever after.
The plot never veers far from this scenario.
Still, I sit in my recliner with my eyes peeled to the TV
Watching three of these Hallmark movies in a row
I am a big believer in happily ever after.
I must fly a kite
and lift it ever so high
And load all my cares on it.
The wind suddenly
Veers direction and down comes
My kite bringing back my cares.
karmic attraction veers
toward the inevitable and
the unavoidable rolls out
as it was always meant to be
like magnets exerting their pull
collide becoming inseparable
call it fate or call it destiny
too late to change the outcome
no deciding factor
comes into play
it just is...
inevitable and predestined
the dice cast
the cards dealt
so we wait to see
how the script plays out
AP: 2nd place 2025
wild wind whipping
trees bend and thrash
leaves rudely torn off
gardens trashed
blackening skies
presage the storm
rain drops attack
and hail pellets form
shattering glass
in windows and doors
denting parked cars
as a deluge pours.
dark cloud funnel
from the northwest,
veers as it wanders
at its whim’s behest
sending shingles aloft
people to basements
flooded streets paved
with pieces of casements
bedframes and couches,
bedsheets and books
leaving nothing but rubble
of old neighborhoods
hiding in terror we
hear all the ruckus
and pray the capricious
storm will bend by us.
To those who seek instant gratification -
I am a process, not a destination.
Happiness.
We attempt to crack its code, however,
It remains a lifetime long endeavour.
Deeply desired, wondrous state of mind -
Its fleeting facile feeling redefined.
Teasing and taunting us with verve and grace,
Happiness’ touted appeal won’t erase.
It collaborates with chaotic foes
Under scrutiny of their highs and lows.
It often veers from solid status quo -
Moment of now would be its best m.o.
Even though happiness scoots on the run,
Give it a shot and catch it when you can!
Thinking is for those of us
Who have some extra time,
Especially when all those thoughts
Are written out in rhyme.
For when days are super busy
And our brains are hard at work,
It’s impossible to wallow where
Ideas or stressors lurk.
Yet when hours stretch out empty,
It’s too easy to obsess,
So what should lead to relaxing
Often veers right into stress.
Thinking’s highly overrated
For, as many people find,
Thoughts may, like invasive species,
Overpopulate your mind.
Drenched in the glow of sunburst scarlet sky
verdant vale veers at the foot of jade hills,
on gentle slope fawn leaves rustle with sigh,
wafts in the wind to the stream in its rills.
It sketches leaping silver water line
on rocks carving the course of nature’s art,
lucid in lattice of pebbles, some shine
bright, some drape with malachite moss their heart.
Walking long on contours of crystal stream,
of emerald plain’s scene I’ve not lost sight,
see from lilac sky descends golden gleam
of twilight as I watch the fall of night.
I wait for dawn to find me in your eye,
as the whispering breeze passes me by.
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