Silent observer,
you stand with your list
and check all the things
that humans have missed.
Category: Poetry
Beautiful
Verdant greens that smell so sweet,
in summer air ‘neath cloudless heat…
Island
Set my sail upon the wind
and drift to distant shores;
So let my heart be with thee…
Smell
Banana peels and pumpkin guts,
And rotted eggs that smell like butts;
Mushy mushrooms and moldy bread,
A hairy, slimy, lettuce head.
Melted trash in a noonday sun,
Microwave tuna overdone;
Steamed spinach and expired stew,
That’s what you smell like through and through.
Highlight
Highlight the wind when I breathe,
The sun as I tilt my head,
The plants when I want to feed
And earth when I join the dead…
Little Fish Graves
I look out on blue ocean waves
And think upon little fish graves.
I think about all the slaves
On ships sailing far, far away.
I say these must be better days
As plastic floats down to the cray.
Blessedness in Politics
Black or white (or progressiveness)
but equally, a nebulous.
Conservative or liberalness
just not a mix of “middleness”,
or I shall make an emphasis
on that, your ledge of precipice.
Guest of Honour
Honoured guest, do you come to me to seek a life beyond the tree?
Each Dawn
Live each dawn as if first morn,
for every day anew, reborn.
And seek a light to spark each hour…
Warrior
Is it red I seek to deal upon a blade of sharpened steel? Is it death I wish to touch then back a step, avoid death’s rush? Or do I wish to dig up soil to fill with body, let not spoil? Or have I hopes to feel a rain cold and wet and numb of pain? In war I fight and war I die, for if not die, then who am I?