Topic: Poetry

Our Summertime Travel 0

We scurry across the avenues
Sometimes we ride on ocean cruises
We sing at festivals
Ruining our hearing with high decibels
Anything to escape reality choices
Our spirit and body rejoices!
The natural and manmade spectacles
Our summertime travel.

From Iceland to Zimbabwe oohs
We delight in discovering new hues
Our pictures and mementos release chemicals
To remind of us of the sights, wonders, and smells!
On the projector screen we peruse
Our summertime travel.



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Be a Maker, Not a Taker 0

Some shout no to corporate welfare
And spit on those who say otherwise.
Tax loopholes seem unfair,
To those who minimize
Their day-to-day and scrutinize
The monthly budget.
The craftsmen yowl this advice,
Be a Maker, Not a Taker.

An artisan lists out what’s true and fair;
A list of various jobs and supplies.
To complete his family’s share
Of fruited endeavors reprise.
The labor like clockwork unifies
The sons and daughters sextet.
The craftsmen sing a fanfare to canonize,
Be a Maker, Not a Taker.

The effort rolls on in splendor
Fulfilling and occupying their lives.
Each embraces the craft and takes care
To improve with each enterprize.
They learn new ways to devise,
A trio rhythm to the minuet.
Until their breath greets sunset,
Be a Maker, Not a Taker.

Years hence others apprize
The fruits of their labors sweat.
Finished works inspire others to reprise,
Be a Maker, Not a Taker.



The Gardener Longs for Spring 0

The gossip fails to interest him,
Real housewives provide no whim,
The endless chatter from the box,
Never topping spring equinox.

Transplanting flowers from the seed,
Small, pale, helpless leaves proceed
No April Showers, so May balks
Never topping spring equinox.

Finally, water pours over plant,
The pail neck leaks but a scant,
Of moisture fallen from shamrocks,
Never topping spring equinox.

Summer now, the garden delights,
Hummingbirds dab on nectar flights,
Still, he misses his garden smock,
Never topping spring equinox.



He Sees the Love in Her Warm Smiling Face 0

Riding behind in a long red wagon,
He sits, he smiles, plays with the air, he watches
Her ponytail bobbing in rhythm as she pulls
The red wagon up the road in the pines

They stop at a library, he toddles up
Children’s books about bunnies and ducks
He giggles and claps at the animal
Pictures while struggling to understand her;
He sees the love in her warm smiling face

She’s older now, she lies in a coma
Tubes and wires come out of her still body
In anguish he cries; does she feels pain?
He leans in to whisper the memory
Riding behind in a long red wagon
He sees the love in her warm smiling face.

 



Twilight Settled Around the Texas Spoon 0

I’ve got a tiger by the tail
Its plain to see
came a Buck Owens wail
From the jukebox hidden near the bar
In a West Texas dance hall far
Away on a farm-to-market road
Near a cotton bale load

Hammer man tuned the piano, sunlight gave way to moon
Barmaid dried the glasses, as twilight settled around the Texas Spoon

A Post cowboy and a Hale Center mill man
Rushed inside to find a spit can
Near the stage where Marcia Ball
Soon filled the dance hall
With girls swinging to the ivory
In a bluesy stomp-rock of zydeco finery

Hammer man tuned the piano, sunlight gave way to moon
Barmaid dried the glasses, as twilight settled around the Texas Spoon

The cowboy danced with a petite fireball
Grabbed her by the waist and kissed the doll
She smiled, drew closer, then ran away
Into the night air in a swirl of grey
A smoke cloud escaped out the front door
As the barrel racer looked back at her suitor

Hammer man tuned the piano, sunlight gave way to moon
Barmaid dried the glasses, as twilight settled around the Texas Spoon

Drunk and laughing he followed
Slapping his buddy desperado
Steadying his hand on friends shoulder
Stumbling on the wooden dance floor
Reaching the dusty parking lot to find her gone.
Bouncing away in a PowerStroke half-ton

Hammer man tuned the piano, sunlight gave way to moon
Barmaid dried the glasses, as twilight settled around the Texas Spoon

He tipped his hat back, swayed over the loam
The girl he knew would be home
With a shower, steak, eggs, coffee and biscuits
To sober him up for the next day of excess.