Category Archives: Poetry

Death of a Flake

 

 

He swirls into the room

Unmindful of the stares

People stepping back

He goes where he would

Oblivious to all

But his own desires.

But then,

Something ahead

He turns

Perhaps in fear

And falters

Slowly he succumbs

Down he drops

Darting left

Twisting right

Is there no escape?

Will no one help?

Alone he falls,

Alone he dies.

A single flake of snow

Fireside.

His House

 

When I was a child

I dutifully prayed,

And went to church

Every week.

I learned about God

His son and the Ghost

And the way I needed

To live.

In time I learned more

And questioned the past.

My relationship grew

With God.

Wherever we are

There is never just one

We are His Church

I have learned.

We all stand together,

One voice raised to the sky

Whether inside or out

He is there.

In my heart He resides

And teaches me still.

His community of love

Will live on.

Animal Crime?

 

Discriminately speaking,

Said the possum from bed,

There’s a fly on the wall

And I think that’s he’s dead!

 

How can I sleep

Surrounded by crime?

Murder and mayhem

Time after time!

 

There’s much to be done

To save all our lives.

But first clean the wall

It’s giving me hives.

 

Doctor, oh Doctor

Have you got a cure?

Things are not right

Of this I am sure!

 

There’s a wolf at my door

And he wants to get in!

He wants me for dinner,

And his cooking’s a sin.

 

Now the rabbits are fine

Not a hair out of place.

Which makes me suspicious

I think there’s a case.

 

Fraud and deceit,

They play all the time.

I don’t trust the cuteness

I think it’s a crime.

 

How weary my soul

With this evil about.

I’ll go back to sleep

And cover my snout!

 

 

 

 

 A Birdie Sings

A silly little bird

Is flitting round my brain.

I fear it may do damage

My memories it may drain.

 

But wait a bit I’ve got it wrong

So typical of me.

The silly tit’s a song

And he’s singing just for thee.

 

The words go back and then go forth

Just like a bird in flight.

I hear the tune so clearly now

My memories they are tight.

 

I love the song this birdie sings

A gentle misty tune.

If only all could hear his song

Of peace and love and soon!

Nonsense!

 

Silly stepped

In silken shoes

While Jolly

Jumped a jet.

Funny fled a funeral

Cuz there really

Was no fun.

Witty walked on water

As he whisked

Himself away.

Humour hunkered down

At home but still

We’re holding hope.

Now Crazy crashed

A cop car and Corny

Curdled cream.

Foolish tackled Funny

As they fought for

Finder’s fees.

And Dizzy’s feeling

Dastardly as

She dips on down

The drive.

Daft is doing

Dizzy’s lunch,

There’s more

I have a hunch.

So to end this

Silly stunt

I have one thing

To say:

Smile and laugh

Each every day

And hate will stay

away.

Beware

All Hallow’s Eve

 Is a cold night to ponder.

To think of the dead,

Of how they might wander.

 

The kids dress as ghosts

And dragons and such.

Adults hand out candy

With a delicate touch.

 

But if you believe,

There is more to this night.

Ghosts in the shadows,

Just out of sight.

 

The Dead walk the street

With nary a care.

Because you are too busy

And so unaware!

 

Don’t look behind!

A hand is outstretched!

You think I am kidding?

That this is farfetched?

 

A flicker of movement!

Just out of sight!

The locals are stirring, so

Beware of this night!

                                                 

 

 

 

Errant Thoughts

 

An errant thought crept up on me

I didn’t have a chance.

It made me climb a big old tree

And pushed me off a branch!

 

Then I waded in a pool

With mud and creepy crawlies.

Something wrapped around my leg

How somethings’ get their jollies!

 

Please! Oh please! Just let me out!

Let my thoughts be nice

A hunk of cheese, a glass of wine

Perhaps leave out the mice!

 

But I fear, it’s not to be

My thought is on a bender

It thinks of things I’d never do!

Could I just surrender?

 

Bungee jumping from a plane?

I think that thought is crazy!

Deep sea diving and no mask?

The world is getting hazy!

 

I was startled from the thought,

Alarms began to squawk!

Now the world is settling down

It’s just my bedside clock!

Dinner Plans

A Cornish hen doesn’t care about salt
Or roasting pans overheating.

A Dairy Cow has made new plans
That don’t involve her udders.

The chicken’s gone, it hitched a ride
Aboard a boat of cheese.

And next in line I’ve heard it said
The condiments are leaving.

Knives and forks and plates are staying
But oh so unencumbered.

The pizza left and donuts too
The shakes are starting off.

Vegetables are getting out
The fruits are right behind.

Your dinner plans may be on hold
The ingredients are striking!

Endlessly twisted

 

Deliciously creepy

ingenuously so.

Wicked surrounds us

from above and below.

 

The story is told

about this and of that.

Meandering journeys

of experiences pat.

 

But wait just a moment

something’s not tight.

A change unexpected

a twist to the right.

 

An unknown is coming

perhaps from behind.

An end yet unseen

a trick of the mind.

 

This story is done

a reader’s delight.

My interest was held

the ending just right.

 

Consequences

 

Teen-age Johnny picked a fight.

Little did he know,

The boy that he knocked down?

Would one day run the show!

 

Tiny Sally bit the hand,

That offered her a treat.

Many years then went by,

Revenge is oh so sweet!

 

The actions of today,

Will one day come around.

And be the cause we did not see,

And wished we’d never found!

 

‘Reflect before you do.’

Our motto I should think

Because before you know it

The future is in sync!