Thankful

different shades of greens
like a blanket lay,
purple and green bushes
on top of it all sit;
birds tweet and chortle
contentment sounds,
cats cry out discords
of resentment being inside;
life lives and dies each day
as it grows and matures
against the weather;
sounds and sights frighten
new comers whose smooth
environments are exposed;
trees bend with resistance
in the wind while
performing their duties
and I am very much
thankful for it all.

15Apr17

Door Open Morning

I awake to a door open morning
while sitting on the living room couch
having a coffee and wondering
if the day will be like all the others;
being retired is like being a
bitch-in-heat with no prospects
around with which to play the game;
cats on deck rails moaning at birds,
watching the grass grow in centimeters,
and writing daily thoughts while hoping
hot coffee stirs the bowels is all I do;
glancing at the time, I wonder just
how fast or how slow the day will pass
and if in its passing, I will be seen
as a participant or as a spectator.

15Apr17

Speechless

the heat of the day
carries into the night

and sleep eludes
even though a
tiredness prevails;
wonders cease when
compared to facts
and awareness
tilts monetary scales
when summer arrives;
the wealthy scorn
the poor as they beg for
a simple handout
and police protect both
while the lonely
middle class slumps.

15Apr17

Unusuals

clusters of wrongful actions

spread across the countryside

like the air we breathe to stay alive

and most of us turn our backs

as if not doing so may be worse

than the crime itself or the

retaliation that might follow

from not following their lead;

we live in a world of intimidation

and scorn for those who do not

think or act as if we do and

we are not above the desire to

tell these unusuals how we feel.

13Apr17

Fini

mansions in the sky

have been built for

all of those who die

in a world of mystery

and doubt and who

want something better

than the moments of

glory their deaths will

provide to another.

13Apr17

Fear of Hate

under the umbrella of blue sky and sun,
life is lived on the edge of contentment
and piece-of-mind brought about by
an insatiable desire to be free and clear
of all encumbrances  that influence
and restrict the feng shui flow of life;
under the righteousness of appropriate
behavior, we mold our lives with the
clay that we were given, shaping it with
a lifetime of experiences and doubts
that have been for the will of good,
leaving the remnants of fear and hate
to rot away somewhere on their own.

13Apr17

Color Schemes

countries of color
one after the other
rise up in favor of
each other as war
against the whites
and the age of
being better flows
through the world,
like the global oceans
and the sky's sun
tries to make us all
or just some of us
burn in the process.

13Apr17

Dullness

a dull morning sky
gives birth to the
dull life of dull people
whose existence is
predicated upon those
who are not influenced
by their dull characters,
and their dull children
who have intentionally
grown up into dullness
and whose children
will also be dull until
we decide dull is no
longer their aspiration.

12Apr17

Branded

in the days of old
when we were
young and bold
and youth never
faltered once, our
paths crossed
once too often and
the unexpected
coincidence provided
a fatal glimpse into
the life of those
who grew up on
the wrong side of
the tracks and were
forever branded by
society's sociopaths.

12Apr17

Watching

chirping birds tease cats
while they sit in doorways
silently watching movements
hoping for the mistake that
never arrives in the morning
when fully rested they are,
even though their attack
corridor is limited to our
enclosed back porch area.

12Apr17