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.
…mostly cool
my dog, he drools
…really bad
the floor becomes
a gross drool pad
he cannot hide
his want of food
his pushiness
…frankly rude
mealtime done
there he sleeps
gather towels
into a heap
life with dog
…mostly cool
but not so much
the pounds of drool !!
trucks croak
outside my window
trucks croak
the saws buzz
hammers bark
workers caw
the machinery cackles
the frogs, bees, fox, crows and geese
are silent
instead of birds
outside my window
large and loud
working crews
trucks churn and crowd
instead of birds
chirp chirp chirp
hammers pound
metal grinds and burps
today I met a bluebird
today I met a bluebird
she poked me with her beak
when I turned and yelled out “ouch!”
she began to speak...
she said her name was Susan,
she spoke with a big lisp
told me she had come to me
to grant me one fine wish
as I stood there slack-jawed
susan made a small sad sound
I noticed she was crying there
sitting on the ground
I asked “what is the matter?”
she bent up, looked at me
“because I talk in this weird way
I have no family...
I met a witch while wandering
looking for a home
she gave me magic powers
that’s how your wish was born”
I was quite surprised
by this bluebird’s twisted tale
not what you’re expecting
when out to grab the mail
I looked around and there decided
what my wish would be
I wished for Susan’s lisp to leave
and for her to find a tree...
a place where they would love her
where she would find her friends
where other birds chirped welcome
where her broken heart could mend
warm days in Spring
the breeze blows warm
the air smells sweet
warm days in Spring
a season’s treat
becomes a barge
sometimes small
turns into large
starts out a tugboat
becomes a barge
what’s funny ‘bout
these shifts in size
they happen not
before our eyes
rather deep
inside our mind
as our thoughts
twist and combine
is it really
big or not?
check if rowboat
turned into yacht
wandering in the dark
Life sometimes feels
like wandering in the dark.
Suddenly the whole world lights up
and your eyes take too long to adjust.
the rhyme hog
a slog, a bog
croaking like a frog
a smog, like fog
after a glass of grog
take
a jog
trip over that there log
hear
a dog
more stuff to catalog
no more, all done
we’ve reached the epilogue
what great forces
what great forces
push us
pull us
move us forward?
certainly not indifference
rather
desire
wanting
need
fear and guilt can push go or pull stop
deadlines may propel us
as does
our little friend
habit
my well-worn habit
yesterday I forgot my poem
today I wake and I keep on goin’
these silly words given some shape
my well-worn habit will not break
the way of nature
there he was, a coyote
strutting in the grass
seeming not to have a care in the world
the neighbor dog barking through glass
strange to see this coyote
in the middle of the day
he must be feeling right at home
keeping bunny and squirrel friends away
he must be king, the coyote
of this straggly neighborhood
no other creature to stop him
the way of nature, not so bad or so good
a kind of monster
there lives a kind of monster
who does not have hands, face, or feet
do not discount by this strangeness
he is the monster you dare not soon meet
the name of him is Outrage
some may use his name Hate
should you meet him in darkness
a piece of your soul he may soon take
first he will steal your bright smile
then he will come for your laugh
you may not even notice
but those around you will see the attack
they will watch you slowly go under
all of your light fade away
you will be drowning in blackness
once he comes he oft chooses to stay
should you encounter this demon
my advice is simple and clear
run quickly to Care, Love, Forgiveness
each are given to save you my dear
this magnificent home
surrounded by everything
even squirrels and rabbits
why can you not forget
one desperate and sad habit
believing you are alone
while in this magnificent home
the rabbits!!
yesterday I blamed the squirrel
but another earns its own conferral
the rabbits!! — the beasts that bear a mention
who do deserve their own attention
they gnaw and chew and eat away
those flowers never will see the light of day
the squirrels
the squirrels are out of control
eating all wherever they go
the buds and the shoots and the tender green things
destruction and plunder — the gifts the squirrels bring
stuck on the weather
I’m stuck on the weather.
I’m caught up and tethered!
I need to to move on and
get it together!