Quinzaine

Horses graze on the front range.

Do they smell the smoke?

Are they scared?

Smiles

(Renga)

He shuffles in here

Desiring some attention
As I write a poem

How I’d love to have more time

But oh how I love his smile

Baker's Dozen words to a song

Your Mama Don’t Text

Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
But when you love your guy so much and you want to stay in touch

Where do you go? To your smart phone.

They say it’s all fine to have a landline at home

But if he’s trying to call you and you’ve something else to do, you roam
But her message goes to him, your chances are slim, oh no, oh no!

And it’s all because
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
But when you love your guy so much and you want to stay in touch
Where do you go? To your smart phone.

He had a pair of tickets to the concert in town

He dialed your home phone number but you were nowhere around
So he called your rival whose cell was in her jeans
She had a light in her eyes—no surprise
Yes it’s all so mean, even obscene
Answer your machine!

And it’s all because

Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
But when you love your guy so much and you want to stay in touch
Where do you go? To your smart phone.

And it’s all because
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
But when you love your guy so and you want to stay in touch
Where do you go? To your smart phone.

And it’s all because
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
They’re stuck in the past. You’re an outcast.
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text, no
She just don't text, no
You mama don't text
And you daddy has no smart phone, ohhh no

 

Poetic Bloomings Descent

Send the Rain

Said farmer Brown, “It’s amazing.

On the stubble these cows are grazing.
If we don’t get rain soon.
Instead of jumping the moon
These cows will receive quite a hazing.

There’s smoke in the air, not cooking

For storm clouds we’re diligently looking
The lakes look like puddles of mud
The crops will certainly be dud

Wild mountain grasses

Look recently mowed and trimmed
Gasping for moisture

Blue skies deceptively cheery

The drought does render us dreary

May God’s fingers drum happily on our roofs.

Challenging Situation

Passing on a Mountain Road

 

Descending from 10,000 feet.

Approaching a motor scooter going about 10 mph.

Hitting the gas.

No passing zone.

No time to dart back behind him.

Here we go! Suck in your fenders!

Remembering the streets of Johnstown, PA,

less room than what I have here,
and they drive that way all the time.

Cars coming up will give me room

if they don’t want to be scrunched.

About got it.

Another turn.

Car coming head-on.

Time to tuck back in.

We’re fine.

A quick look in the rearview reveals

the hair of the two ladies in the backseat

just turned a shade grayer.

Rime Couee

King-sized Love

The world is big in humans’ eyes,

But to creator God—bug size.

His great love comes as a surprise.

Why does He care so much?

I do not know but we’d be wise

To cherish His sweet touch.

rictameter

Hamster

Running on wheel

Determined beady eyes

Little tiny feet scampering

Trying for all he’s worth, getting nowhere

Oh, how I feel like that at times!

I want to make progress

And not be him—

Hamster