Once again, I’m keeping up with writing each day, but not necessarily posting them. Here’s nearly a week’s worth. I will post another round after the April 22 black out in support of “Internet Blackout Day” (many website owners, including yours truly, will blackout their websites on April 22 at 6:00AM GMT in protest against CISPA, Cyber Intelligence Sharing and Protection Act). Enjoy now and after the black out. Please comment, truly, it makes it all worth while.
April 16, 2013:
Inpatient Buck
I see him running
Chasing his dream
So young, full of flight
He wants it now
He’ll work hard
Not a problem
But the reward
Comes so slow
It strolls into
His fast life
When he wants
To race to the
Finish line doesn’t
Come the way we
Want it, no
It has its own agenda
Patience, Young son
Learn all you can
Apply it, and jog
Along side
It’s the journey, not the destination
April 17, 2013:
Tea Party
Set the teapot
Warm the flame
Check the Scones
Adjust the curtains
New Neighbors and Acquaintances
Drink the liquid gold
Hot cheeks, laughter flushed
Nibbling sweet treats
Open hearts and minds
New friends and conspirators
April 18, 2013:
Growing Roses
Sixty-five years of rose bushes
On the south side of the house
On the north side of Detroit
Gloved 85-year-old hands shake
As my young buck arms hold
The debris bucket
You talk about all the children
Rambling Red,
White Rugosa,
Lily Pons,
And, Margaret Chase
You sing hymns as you
Make cuttings for the
Church, Neighbors
Too bad I don’t have
A place to put a cutting
You say
The world is so different now
Not batter
It’s how
You say
Emphasize
Different
Roses, they are always beautiful
You treat them right
They bloom brilliant and full
They hold still to paint
Not people
They move and people disappoint
My seat gives away my disgust
Yet I remain mute and empty the bucket
Roses can’t hug
Roses can’t hold the
Bucket or Listen to
You bitch
But I remain, because
I hope my presence shows you
Roses
Aren’t the only thing
You got.
April 19, 2013:
Tough
What is tough?
Is it survive the war?
Is it survive the day?
Is it survive the abuse?
Is it survive the disaster?
Is it survive the fight?
Is it survive the meal?
The job?
The marriage?
You?
Me?
Or is it something different
For everyone?
All I know is that I’m
Still here
And
That’s a
Good start
April 20, 2013:
Painting Life Scenes
The red ball
Is tossed in
Rich Green Grass
It bounces near a rusty
Wagon
Chased again by
Golden dog
Nudged into
White-spoked
Wheels of Tricycles
While Skinned knees
And smudged Sneakers
Hound a wiggling tail and the
Globe of Joy
Behind the Crimson barn
Memories glow
In sunshine
A slice of my
Life,
Worry-free
A light in
The dark
Just follow
The bouncing ball
in the
lush lawn of
Life.
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