A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination.
A log of our magnificent journey.
|The dandelions make me gay.
Their yellow blossoms brighten day
among the cow pies on display
in farmer's plot.
They serve emotional buffet
when gut's in knot.
Some people label them a weed,
but I afford such rot no heed,
because the Man Upstairs decreed
there is no skew.
Equality is guaranteed
within His view.
|Grandpa Pete looked to sky and wondered when
the rain would come.
For years, he fought this dusty regimen
as mission's drum
kept driving him to work the arid field.
In fervent prayer, to God he appealed
for some relief
in his belief
the land could bring a worthy yield.
Last year, he finally gave up his stance
and passed away,
concluding perennial spirit dance
he had each day
with dilapidated barn, its roof caved in.
The rotting walls remain through thick and thin
for all to see
of Grandpa and his steadfast grin.
|Welcome to my world!
I am the gateway through which
authors, poets, journalists
must pass to connect with
Their sensuous touch
stimulates my keys to record
their precious thoughts
My # symbol can link
gnarly internet memes and bawdy jokes
with millions of like-minded fanatics.
The grand & joins two lovers
in tender embrace,
while the rest of us go chasing
$ around the globe.
Before long, the entire alphabet
from "a" to "z"
is joining in the party
on the cloud.
|I'll take you to my secret place,
where sunlight spreads chantilly lace
across the verdant forest space.
We gather there,
away from city's frantic pace--
Convening squirrel, rabbit, fawn,
we meet to greet the coming dawn
and welcome grace of tardy swan
with hearty "Ciao!"
There is no need for Amazon.
It's here right now.
Let the creativity flow from your soul!
"The Poet's Place "
|Someone please help me! Anyone?
I am in a desperate predicament and have nowhere to turn.
Every time the human beast Bubba goes to the Mexican food restaurant, he starts ripping members of my Toilet-paper family away--brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles--and feeding them to the voracious creature Toilet, after wiping them in that gooey, stinky brown stuff. The nasty fluid produced by diarrhea seems to have no end, and my turn is coming soon.
Please hurry! Ple....
|Good morning, Spring!
It's a zippity-doo-dah day
when robins sing
and daisies bloom in vast array.
The rising sun
brings forth a sense of wonderment,
on slice of morning sentiment.
We dance around the dogwood tree
and sing about rebirth with glee
your return to our latitude
each fascinating interlude
by sowing more
and nurturing in fertile soil
to build rapport
with Nature's plot through garden toil.