Cool brisk evening,
Stars obliterate the sky.
Silence stares at us
Small smiles and marshmallows
Keen eyes wander and focus.
Sitting By The Fire
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Rotting Away
Underestimate
Exposure to life, knowing
Decomposition
Christmas Day
Watching the Polar Express for the 35th time,
Sugary delightfulness a pleasantly pacified delusion.
Orbs melting into the tube, Poor Scrooge, terrorized by the hobgoblins, relents.
Ralphie, on the verge of an adolescent explosion, believes.
Glazed eyes barely able to open, slits of ignorance reflect off of the screen.
Cindy Lou Who laments the sanctity of Whoville.
A call of “Squirrel” does not divert.
So the day drags on.
Disrupt
Every day I walk into class and I think today’s the day.
All of my students sitting attentive, waiting for the fray.
Pencils out, minds alert, I’ve seen it all before,
I think that they are ready to learn, history, maybe more.
But one or two they can’t sit still and it drives me kind of crazy,
The fact that they disrupt my class strikes me as just a little bit lazy.
But the rest of the class, they make me smile,
They want to learn, they tell me so, and they go the extra mile.
To Rhyme Or Not To Rhyme…
People have asked why do your poems rhyme?
I search for an answer, one that takes time.
So I think and I think but I can’t offer a clue,
Why do my poems rhyme? Oh what should I do?
There must be a reason why I like words to have cadence, a smooth mellow flow,
I think that they focus me and help me create each tale of woe!
Thwart
They said that spring was in the air and I believed that to be true.
But the days they pass and nothing changes, I’m ready for something new.
Winters chill is hanging on, refusing to let go.
So every day I open the door and hope there is no more snow.
But springs arrival keeps being thwarted, this we know is fact,
To expect some warmer days and greener grass we have to make a pact.
Let’s agree here and now, by decree or proclamation,
That spring has sprung and is here to stay and to all else fire and hell damnation.
Frigid (2)
The skies are frigid, a cool cobalt blue,
Winter won’t leave, we know that much is true.
As I lay in my bed with my eyes closed so tight,
I think of a warm spring all through the long night.
But then I wake up and look out the door,
I sincerely believe winter will be many weeks more.
Frigid
Every day that passes spring should be in the air,
Where is it you ask, this really isn’t fair.
The air is still frigid with snow in the sky,
It will be here shortly you say with a sigh.
Yet another day slips past and you still hope it comes soon,
But by the way that it looks it won’t be until June!
Frigid
Spring?
Warm and sunny days
Still a distant memory
So tired of snow…
Time Passes, Will You?
Kids watching clocks, hoping they’ll move.
The lesson progresses, they’re still in the groove.
As time marches on, young eyes they become glazed,
Nothing can move them in their permanent haze.
They still think they’ll pass, without having a clue,
What should they remember? Time passes, will you?
The Zen Hiker 