Thursday, June 26, 2014

The Girl with the Musical Laugh


The girl with the musical laugh
from some far time back,
A lover of unique qualities
Still sings in my mind
Still plays a cord with my heart.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Worth Noting

My poem, An Expression of Time, was also posted in the June issue of Aphelion Magazine.  Please go and check it out along with the rest the great work that's in the issue.

Princess Tool Time



A tutu and a torque wrench.

A blower and a flat head sitting on the work bench.

A’top the fairy princess stove
eggs are cooking, bacon-sizzle.

The oven and work bench
Multitasking.

The toast is popping
“How’d you like your eggs?”

“16 newton meters, sunny side up, please.”



Tuesday, June 17, 2014

EXPRESSION OF TIME


Expression of time…experience
wins & losses; hopes & visions.
With your pen and brush you make love.
However, given time as THE arbiter,
I would question perceived stone cast ideas

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

INTERIOR DECORATOR or Thought Expressions


Does the color of your politics reflect
the light of the local culture’s d├ęcor?
Is it red? Is it blue?
What do these colors mean to you?
Oh say, can you say; oh say, can you choose?
They are not at all opposed on the color wheel
and along with yellow,
primary,
the basic.
Without, all would be black; its opposite,
white inclusive,
how funny nature is.
How are we to paint and decorate this place we call home
if in fact those are the only colors we are allowed to use.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Marriage


The mirror reflects a life.
In my case?
Too many cars, a life time purchased ,
chromium, steel, nickel, and plastic
lovers.
After a while like a spouse, no one’s perfect.
Accepting the flaws with the positives,
nothing recallable.

The new model year.
I look, I admire  and I drive on.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Donkey Frogs


As reported by Mackenzie:

Mackenzie asked me early one day,
“Have you ever seen a donkey frog frolicking at play?”
‘No,” I responded, what could I say?
“A donkey frog? Really? Not in my day!”



“They hop like zebras bounding away,
or croak in the garden as night overcomes day.
Gray and green or black  and white,
donkey frogs can be a most terrible sight.
Some are big, oh so quite huge
too fat to do anything ,
they can’t even move.”

Mackenzie saw them as she mentioned to me.
So I wrote what she said for all you to see.
“They’re afraid of cameras and don’t want to be held,
If you see one to touch you must stand so still.
It will come up and look you nose to your toes
Then smile if it wants to, giving a moo.”