Critics

Too many love poems,
Write something new
That's what she said,
If only she knew!
All poems come from love
Why else the work?
Poems are hard
And easy to shirk.

the 29th's piece

Up and away his kite she flies
While he sits upon the ground and cries

The 28th's piece

Visiting friendly people

To be welcomed is a wonderful thing,
To be let into the warmth and love,
It makes my heart within me sing
A little home and peace from above.

The 30th's piece

The moment

The lupine and the balsamroot
The deer and ponderosa pine
The rolling green hills spread below
The tiny drops of rain

The scattered pattern, sunshine shade,
The buzzard soaring overhead
The baby 'hopper on your arm
The things you and I said,

They're fixed within my memory,
Like you are fixed within my heart
I don't know when or how or where,
But I know Who, Why, What.

To a cup of pureed garlic with a hotwheels van and a beheaded lego man

It sits there,
Smelling garlicky,
As pureed garlic must.
A poor defenseless hotwheels van,
Headfirst, mercilessly thrust
Into the Child's concoction.
And you, poor headless lego man,
Missing one hand too,
Did you ride this hotwheels van
To this Ramp-ant doom?

On the way home from work

I feel so proper, prim,
With the dainty blue and white trim
Of my umbrella bobbing overhead.
I feel so happy, bright,
Aglow with mischeivous light
As I splish splish splash the water puddle-ed.

Rachel

Rachel, Rachel,
Long you waited,
Seven years of tears.
Teach me, teach me!
To be patient
'Til My Dear appears!