Just another weed in an overgrown yard Waiting for life’s lawnmower to run me down Like some toxic, gilled mushroom. But I have a secret that nobody knows. My roots go deep, deeper than they realize, And I will always return to myself. For the lambent light of the sun Shines through my yellow petals … Continue reading Self Portrait as a Dandelion
Saint Patrick's Day has arrived Let us all give out a cheer For our souls may be revived When we break out all the beer We'll eat corned beef and cabbage As we sing of Irish Eyes Today will not be average As we don our green disguise We'll talk about leprechauns Hoarding gold … Continue reading Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
In her kitchen, the cabinets were pink Like, hideous, Pepto-Bismol pink That reminded me of sickness But her presence gave it life In her kitchen, cookies were baked Fried pies and blackberry cobblers Were consumed by our greedy mouths Before they’d had a chance to cool In her kitchen, stories were told Lessons … Continue reading In Her Kitchen
They ride broken trails over and over As they search for something special- the Hidden gems beneath strange mountains That resonates with ancient songs of People long since forgotten- the Echoes of their last full moon Still ring out from the peak, down Into willing hearts and minds- the Memories of that golden valley Shining … Continue reading The Golden Shovel of Eldorado
Monsters in the eyes of men Who haunt these hallowed halls Chanting out a false amen While the angels start to fall Who haunt these hallowed halls Where demons dare not tread While the angels start to fall From their heavenly bed Where the demons dare not tread Nor speak of what’s arrived From its … Continue reading A Pantoum of Shadows
My precocious dog meanders Down in the myleio She hops and plops and ganders At all the dumps of snow Her fur is long and panders To the children down below My loblolly dog is barking Between the night and day Her leash is made of sparks As she does her best to … Continue reading A Made-Up Poem about a Dog
I never asked to be filled with strawTo stand for hours in a barren fieldArms outstretched to the crowsAs they caw laughter I never asked to be remadeWith nothing left insideBut this bleeding heartWrapped in a flannel shirt I only wanted to learnTo talk with those above meAnd gain their wisdomOn what it means to be human But … Continue reading The Scarecrow’s Lament