Who can know the mysterious
ways of the clouds?
They travel in white whipped masses
and gather like solemn pinnacles
looking upwards in reverent penitence.
Silent clouds slowly form and move about
like floating fields in a heavenly marsh
or like soft suspended pillows
making themselves vulnerable
to the temperamental ways of the wind.
Sometimes they seem almost helpless
as they wander in a ghost like state
like wastrels, weighed down
by the prospect of an impending storm.
The yawning blue sky
has become quickly overwhelmed
by clouds’ alluring apertures.
Now they collectively amass
in billowing silence
crowding the vast
sweeping hemisphere.
Slanting sunlight breaks forth
to spar with clouds’ menacing shadows
that threaten to overtake the light
like competing shadow puppets
during a midday matinee.
Clouds are endlessly breathtaking
and appear seemingly mute
except for faint whispers from the winds
as if time stopped to hold its breath
within the boundaries of earth and sky.
4/18/2023
Categories:
wastrels, beauty, earth, sky,
Form: Free verse
Why wait for Wally when Willy is willing
Wide world is warming, North Pole should be chilling
Wastrels are wanton while we save our schilling
Whales were saved with an effort that was thrilling
"What is worse than warming I wonder," he said
"Where women and men while on a sun bathed bed."
"Why," he wailed, "Waiting on car gas to be fed."
"Wait for wonders to sort gas from the warming thread"
12-7-20
Contest : Alliteration
Sponsor :Eve Roper
Categories:
wastrels, weather,
Form: Alliteration
I never work in darkness friend
Evil hunts in shadows
Give me a sunny meadow
dancing jolly, kissing flowers
now I stand quivering gossamer wings
narcissistic greed mongers, corrupted
build towers where neons flash
sold their putrid souls for cash
the prophet said perish thee
for you can’t eat money
words of change died in silence
Trees don’t tremble, flowers don’t cry
I know my time is near
Last night I had a dream
the last bee dead
I’m mounted on display
10,000 drones replaced me
doing what I gave for free
there is no hope in silence
Wastrels write on tenement walls
their words failed to convey
blind and deaf to my dismay
communications more than words
deathly silence screams the answer
Written 5/8/2019
NA the Day Away - Sponsor Lu Loo
Placed 3rd with thanks
Categories:
wastrels, corruption, environment,
Form: Free verse
After the midnight countdown chorus,
Bubbly pops and spills on floor,
Characterising how life is for us:
Depicting wastrels at the core.
Even with high profile charity
Folly remains preferred mode:
Gainsaying, with verve, deserved parity
His Love amongst the needy sowed.
Insensitive, most of us will dine,
Joking through poignant appeals:
Kicking back with a lamb roast and some wine;
Lapping cream as some child’s sores beal.
Maybe this year we’ll be more aware:
Nod to homeless in the street;
Or perhaps even pretend that we care:
Pretend we don’t think they’re all cheats;
Queering the system with their deft ploys.
Recalibration required:
Shift from cynicism to goodwill’s joys
To reclaim hearts which were inspired.
Undo the years of tainted sorrows;
Validate the soul now mocked;
Wash from minds the shallow values
X-box age has thus far imbued.
Yield to He for so long blocked:
Zeitgeist for now and all tomorrows.
Categories:
wastrels, caregiving, christian, dedication, feelings,
Form: Abecedarian