PB dodoitsu

I just keep kicking the can

Down the thoroughfare of life

Not paying much attention

To cars racing by

PB dodoitsu

Up at two AM again

Wishing to go back to sleep

If you reap what you sow

How do I sow sleep?

PB Olympics

Confidence Isn’t Everything

The blood flowed in her veins like ice.

She challenged people here and there.

Her place was not to be Miss. Nice.

She figured that no one would care.

To her it seemed like just a game.

Her spirit was to do or die.

Said action was her middle name.

Her confidence did reach the sky.

The ribbon pride wound round her neck

The day her dreams came all to naught.

The angry crowd kept her in check,

Yet for the prize, she took her shot.

Her failure plainly there in print.

She thought she’d win, alas she didn’t.

PA scene from movie

Parking

He’s alone in the car with her

just as he had planned.

When he begins making his moves,

she’s ready with bare shoulders,

bright shiny eyes and a smile.

He shrinks back in terror.

She’s his mother.

He’s got to get back to the future.

PB cascade

The Fence

The land before him is immense.

He came a week ago today.

And now, he’s here to build a fence.

He’ll be here, now, for a long stay.

He dreams good things to come his way.

Forgetting life he left behind,m

His folks had thought he lost his sense.

But he believes he saved his mind.

He’d live here now from this time hence.

The land before him is immense.

The mountains speak of steadfast things

Compelling him to think and pray.

Will he regret he cut those strings?

He’d only know on judgement day.

He came a week ago today.

T’was nothing left that he could do.

His move had been a great expense.

He will just have to see it through.

The grasses here are thick and dense.

And now he’s here to build a fence.

If he could just fence in his life

And keep his problems there at bay.

Yes, he could breathe without the strife.

Let country living hold its sway.

He’ll be here, now, for a long stay.

A red-winged blackbird sings its song.

He gathers hopes like a bouquet.

This is where all his hopes belong.

As sun sets, grace is on display.

He dreams good things to come his way.

PB missed out this year

This Summer

When winter tarries,

I imagine taking walks

all over the neighborhood,

through the canyons,

and up to the mountain top.

But now during summer,

the only mountains I meet

are dishes, school work and paperwork.

When it cools,

perhaps I’ll have a little time

to feel uneven ground under my feet

blue skies, pines and golden aspens overhead

with silver slivers of falls in the distance. 

Poetic Asides Quadrille

Uplifting

U nderneath a canopy of clouds

P uffing with a dragon’s breath, a hot-air balloon,

L ifts us high

I n a large wicker basket

F loating quietly, peacefully

T raveling along over the town

I look up

N odding to the

G od of Heaven with a wink and a smile.