This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
I have started to edit some of these mostly the kids poetry. I think there might be enough here for a book. We shall see.
Lucky Seven
Gorgeous weekend morning
Perfect breeze blows just right
In pulls a big truck
Painted color of the night
“Lucky Seven Tree Co”
Nothing lucky there at all
The noise of saw and grinder
Roars in — invading all
The quiet shatters loudly
On this lovely weekend morn
It isn’t even 9 am!
At least you could have warned!
I would have closed my windows
Put plugs into my ears
Instead I sit here cringing
As branches grind through gears
The hum of the machine
Eating all that comes in close
A blank spot now across the street
A tree is now a ghost
Mosquito Bite
Something bit my toe
Could not have been a gnat
Must be a mosquito
The one that did do that!
Now I’ve got a bite
Itches like the devil
When my shoes rub the place
The itch it goes next level!
I’ve tried a bunch of creams
And soaks and serums too
Nothing seems to help
What else can I do ?!?
I have to just let time
Heal this horrid bite
Next time be real sure
To put the bug spray on right!!
What a poem is?
Are poems supposed to be pictures
painted just with words?
Dense, tense and grief-filled
or maybe even absurd?
Perhaps a little reflection —
a truth you find in life?
Sometimes a kind of story
filled with joy or even some strife?
I’m not sure what a poem is
though I write one everyday.
A picture, idea or metaphor
or maybe just some play?
weeping on a monday
in the beginning this was easy
that beginning is long gone
writing one thing every day
sure has become a yawn
need to keep on going
the promise made to keep
but oh this is so very hard
it almost makes me weep
one thing’s truly true
as you read another bomb
hope you are not sorry
you agreed to come along
😳
Frustration
The feeling of frustration
Is one I don’t much like
Sensation like the water
Behind a dam or dike
The pressure keeps on building
Pushing ever more
The water can’t keep flowing
No waves upon the shore
Finally something happens
The bubble, it will burst
But until that happens
That feeling, it’s the worst!
Each New Day
Love the world
and all that’s in it
God took a ball
and he did spin it
Here we are
on this big rock
Building things
or buying stock
What if on
each new day
All we did
was love and play
Idea Ivy
Have you ever met an idea
that wouldn’t let you go?
Time moves on but somehow
the idea digs in and grows?
Starts to send out vines
taking over swaths of head space.
The idea no longer lives
in just one little small space.
It has spread out like ivy
covers up much of the rest.
Let’s hope this idea a good one
because it’s no longer a guest.
Someday soon you’ll forget
the idea was once a small seed.
Let’s hope your idea grew into
a beauty and not just a weed.
The Way Forward
Sometimes standing still,
stopping to hear the inside,
starts the way forward.
Weather Report
Today it is a gray day
Won’t be very bright
Sometimes a day’s lighting
Fits your mood just right
You feel very happy
The day is filled with sun
Wild wind and warm temps
You feel like having fun
Rain falling heavy
Your heart is filled with grief
But when there is a mismatch
Nature feels the thief
You are feeling joyful
But the sky is filled with storms
You want to have a good cry
But it’s sunny breezy warm
The sunlight feels annoying
So you crawl into your bed
You wish it was a gray day
Like this one now, instead
Greedy Drool Dog
My dog is very greedy
He begs for all my food
Seems he’s always hungry
Always in the mood
He seems to like everything
Cheese and eggs and ham
He always comes a’running
When he hears the cupboard slam
The problem with this dog
He produces lots of drool
So when you eat around him
On the floor will be a pool
It is really quite annoying
Sometimes I get mad
But then he looks at me with love
Well, then I am just glad ❤️
Autumn is Coming
End of August
Here we go
Autumn is coming
Footballs to throw
Leaves to rake
Sweaters to wear
Pumpkin to bake
Haunted house, do you dare?
Let’s hope this year
Is better than last
I’m not encouraged
Wear your mask!
This time of year
Is my favorite of all
I may write
Many praises for fall 🍂
The Complainer
Have you ever met a complainer?
He grouses, grumbles, and gripes
Fussing and futzing surround him
Do you know this specific type?
Nothing will ever please him
He will always find a new fault
Order a chocolate milkshake
He will bleat loudly, “I wanted malt!”
Seems no way to please him
Nothing is ever quite right
You can try to convince him
You can use all of your might
But chances are he is stuck here
Mired in his grievance-filled ways
He does not see he needs changing
And so there’s not much you can say
He will go on complaining
The only thing you can do
Is to notice how lonely this man is
And never ever let it become you