It was decided that I’m bad
Thank you, Mr. Universe
So I’m socially dead
Therefore, not much coerced
Little less involved in business
Of the common cause I share
With the Mrs. Universe
She can spot me everywhere
I can’t comment, I can’t post
Cause I’ve been a bit too active
Maybe felt a bit too lost
Could’ve been over-perceptive
Maybe deemed as self-indulgent
So they bothered to reply
Laid on me the hardest judgement
Though it didn’t worth a try
Aren’t we equal to ourselves
What we say no one will save
The tide washes up the shells
Each one bears its own wave..
An armadillo leaned on a fence,
too wilted to muster a proper defense.
His cowboy hat slouched
like a biscuit overbrowned,
his dignity having long since left town.
The relentless sun blazed down with cheer,
roasting the pasture for the fifteenth month this year.
Grasshoppers staggered.
Mesquite trees panted.
Even the buzzards looked disenchanted.
The dillo squinted west and sighed,
I reckon I'm medium-well inside.
One more degree
and y'all will see
roadside jerky where I used to be."
A bead of sweat rolled down his snout.
He watched it fall. He watched it sizzle.
"Autumn," he grumbled,
"has missed her exit.
She's probably lost near Abilene."
The fence post offered little aid.
The shade was merely shade-adjacent.
He tipped one claw
to his hat and said,
"If anybody spots October,
tell it I'm awaitin'."
I sit enthralled,
on mesh bench,
honeycomb pattern,
close of afternoon,
jaw-dropping stretch ,
cars drift by,
cordial wave,
from otherworldly,
enigmatic stranger,
whose astral path,
I may have crossed,
in urban flyby,
face to face,
amidst sojourn littered,
with ethereal clouds,
glowing chatters,
sunny disposition,
from affable dwellers,
gladsome day experience,
now whither that,
mystery figure
heat wave
withered corn stalks
lawns thirsting for water
livestock too tired to stand up straight
send rain
Today’s September 2d,
but Sam the squirrel is not impressed~
no brisk air, no acorns dropping,
just heat he can’t digest.
He squints up at the cloudless, furnace sky,
tail drooping in sweaty defeat:
“Where’s pumpkin spice and sweater weather?
Why is Texas still a heat-wave cheat?”
Beside him stands an armadillo,
cool as a desert stone.
He shrugs beneath his armored shell:
“Buddy, this is Texas. We own the heat zone.”
The squirrel fans his face with a wilted leaf,
dramatic as dramatic can be:
“I’m filing a fall-weather complaint!”
The armadillo sighs, “File one for me.”
Waves crash
Before me.
They have already swallowed me whole,
And spit me back out.
Waves crash
Before me.
We fool ourselves,
Believing the ocean's waves
Are gentle things that stroke our skin.
Waves crash
Before my dream.
They are already watching me.
They swallowed my dream once more,
Only to cast it back.
Lying on the sandy shore, watching the waves for a moment,
With me sprawled upon the sand,
The waves narrow their eyes
And gaze down at me.
In the May sunshine,
The waves crash once again.
As if growing weary,
They carry me away.
Into the vast, maternal amniotic fluid,
I gaze up at the sun,
Listening to the primordial heartbeat of a mother.
A WAVE SPLASHING FLOW OF
WARS, LANDS, SEAS, AND US
Today’s war waves flow;
Oily frothing away lives
And once useless ships:
Soaring ships costing so much
To be replaced and bombed out:-
Today’s warring times
Unanchors old warrior ways
Of making money:-
Not only do gas prices rise,
But also its shipping cost:-
Ocean warring times
Leave much collateral ways
To make land-money:-
Land-money to support the
On land-power mongering:-
On land or the sea,
Political war making
Is about money:
Money to support power;
Not winning equality:-
Just check it all out,
And see what this war has done
To poor you and me:
We do not have equity,
Justice, nor democracy:-
Final awareness:
Oceans have us surrounded;
Ships daily cruising.
Can not warships also cruise,
Right up to our shores as well?
Few words don't meet the same line.
But life still meets the final sentence.
Every thread of survival needs to be cut.
A few drops of voice need to keep it shut.
His head throttles to death.
Not every help is heard to be sent.
And all the flowers in the coffin laid the scent.
All his will that wrote had on his consent.
Today, the grave finally sleeps.
And every drop of penny has already kept.
Not a single gold has been waste.
Only the young widow found a night to taste.
flowers wilt and die
swimming pools overflowing
dog dish no ice left
seekers are surfing
unable to find the wave —
just beneath their feet
From Empty Pages: The Poetry of Silence
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waves whisper in glass tones,
sun-shards stitched into blue foam,
tides breathing in slow poems~
salt-kissed and shining.
I don’t know how sadness comes
After all, an hour ago it wasn’t here
Perhaps it’s the fault of the shoe
Standing askew by the door
Or of the clouds that suddenly appeared in the clear sky
Rolling in droves, embodying
Variable cloud cover
Or it's due to the photos from years gone by
Or all of this together
Falls down to engulf me
With a wave without water and air without light
The dark sun stares at me
Without the slightest sympathy
And I stare at the floor
Unable to lift my head.
Something lite
She'd fetch
Boy is Deep
Steep keep leap Jeep peeped weeping
Sweeper creep
That sneak
Deet spray
No way
Jose
Way far out
Hey gay laid by the bay
Speak
Stray tame
Lame
Game
Jingle jungle
Dangle fumble
Wavy lazy Hazy daze
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Spree, mead spill
Krill thrill
Killer whale snail
Pale jail stale tale
Fail army sailor moon crescent
Wanton pondering fawn
At dawn spawn
Lawn care spare tire share
Hairdo spew unglued rude One Shoe knew
Hue of the cue that drew a muse too soon
Boom! Boom!
Red flash blurry in sights
Walls smashing tuna and mint stew with potatoes and garlic
Mercy they cry I sing with bliss
Ten toes Edgar remembers
Five fingers a head of mystery
Shadow dragons battle me
Juniper waves of Love
She is so amazing I am so glad she exists
Understanding oceans divide
Quake their blood is fresh
Ruby eyes clean and sharp vision
Warrior spirit Milk toast delivery
Champagne in my vicinity
Warlock drug lord shaman kneels to My Best friend King of Kings, Dreadnought arisen shamrock
Allocating all decisions to my Physician Yeshua true doctor and healer
Waco York Perth Renton and Eugene Oregon
Albert needs to treat their disabled people better
Wake up speak out fight for our rights!!
Disabled people matter!!!
Trees stand in line
gathering sun
enjoying day
their leaves waving
greeting boaters
daybreak to dusk
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