While I was at work my yards were busy
a nameless, white flower plucked
from my front garden
lay on the brick shelf by the gate
wrapped in cream silk
its stem inserted
into a (dry) plastic flower tube
A gift set down in forgetfulness
or just discarded
While out the back a soft touch indoor football
orange against the fake grass
lost and over wall booted
Categories:
yards, flower, football, garden, home,
Form: Free verse
what a ghoulish scene
ghostly figures rising
from the ground
Categories:
yards, halloween,
Form: Haiku
I have tied it together,
captured all of it
the good and almost good;
the bad I have
put in a forgetful box.
My collection,
my opus,
my sickness
all of it bundled -
nine yards of nothing much.
I suppose
I defer,
I hope inside
a ticking
moussing heart
somehow
far beyond reason
a book of wayward poems
might emerge
in the lap of a ghostly entity
that once had my name.
Categories:
yards, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Grave Yards
A walk into the grave yard of my memories hoard.
Life’s journeys, experiences, recollections are stored.
Tombstones lay in wait, years have eroded the engravings,
Nothing left of excursions but dust upon thoughts one is saving.
Difficult to recall, especially in old age, all that has been written
upon the pages of my history books, stories of having been smitten
during life and so long ago, memories to let go of, memories to behold,
of many relationship, platonic, meaningful, friendships forever to hold,
laying within files, in the deep, dark depths of my memories reserve.
I have to wonder, as time slips by, just how many I will preserve
during what years are left to this old soul, that will come to consciousness
and how many will live on, enlighten, brighten, or become forgetfulness.
B. J. “A ” 2
May 6th, 2022
Dedicated to a Lover, from so far away and four plus decades ago.
A Friend, for forty eight years who is shrouded by the devastation of dementia .
Categories:
yards, friend,
Form: Rhyme
She
sets sail,
November,
riding waves of
eddy leaves left from October’s debut.
Majestic and proud, she takes firm command,
steering the bow
of Winter
toward
Spring.
Categories:
yards, boat, november, seasons, spring,
Form: Tetractys
There lived an old man in rags
who spoke words of wisdom in bags
Although he was called mad
He wasn't mad indeed
He was saner r from others by yards
Categories:
yards, life,
Form: Limerick
We met some friends from out of town
Who had 3 hours to spare
So Hudson Yards was the New York
We thought we’d like to share.
The subway ride and escalator
(Very long and deep)
Were, from their usual routines,
A rather giant leap.
We climbed the Vessel, took some pics
And strolled the High Line to
The Hudson, where some piped-in music
Glorified the view.
The indoor shops were quite a hit
And purchases were made.
At Citarella, lunch was picked
From gourmet foods arrayed.
A little trip to Hudson Yards
On a cold and sunny day
Provided lots to see before
Our friends went on their way.
Categories:
yards, new york,
Form: Rhyme
Unified Theories in Back Yards
Which realm do I write from today,
Which abode in my mind where my thoughts lay,
Which thoughts of mine do I project
To all who read these lines?
I can discuss Einstein’s thoughts
And including his relativity
Or Stephen Hawking’s black hole spiels,
Dark matter and the like.
I guess no matter what I write,
Unified theories will always be sought,
Which lie in atoms own back yards
Starring them in their faces.
W.C.Hull © 2018-28-7-1035
Categories:
yards, science,
Form: Free verse
Take me away
I'm going to fly
Like a bird
Pick me up by waist
Rain pick me up from underneath
I want to drink you
I'm going to drink all of you rain then laugh
Hahaha it's funny
Are you scared rain
Good its funny
There will be no rain
Forever and once more
Categories:
yards, adventure, allah, allegory, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Just 5 yards short on that last touch down pass
And all I am left feeling
Is a tired old body lurching and creaking
Stalling for time on the rumor mill leaking
The fans have even begun speaking
That this maybe should be my final season
Unfortunately my performances being the reason
BUT
Who is willing to tell
Cinderella at her Prom
You are no longer the fairest of them all
Refer to the monitor on the wall
Categories:
yards, sports,
Form: Free verse
A Greek soldier's fabled run
to Athens from the battlefield
announcing the defeat of the Persian,
a Greek soldier's fabled run,
he collapsed as his job was done.
'Athens is saved' he just yelled,
a Greek soldier's fabled run
to Athens from the battlefield.
Categories:
yards, history,
Form: Triolet