Posts Tagged ‘Poem’

We Agree, We Don’t Agree (poem)

November 3, 2018

We won’t agree on customs
or what’s in the hereafter;

but we can agree on ethics
and how to treat each other.

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3 Moon Poems

July 30, 2018

Moon Park
invisible in day
starts stirring
as dusk settles.
Meet me my love
at Moon Park.

There is a place
on the far side of the Moon
that’s home to the shadows
that have been left behind.
They walk those moors
on that grey world;
itself a shadow
to a larger body.

Call me
the Moon poet,
and i’ll
light up!

The Flight of the Queen

March 16, 2018

The Flight of the Queen

The Queen had enough
and scowled at the King,
– who paid no mind –
took off her crown,
swept back her hair,
and with a grand sweep
defenestrated it!

Where it startled a cat
traipsing by
who scampered off
to later return
and sniff the cold metal
and paw the bright gems.

With a train in pursuit
and the guards all lined up
like a column of sconces,
she left the castle.

Under a cloudy sky
she came to a halt,
raised her hand to command,
“Bring me a carriage!”
Attending maids
scattered to obey.

The Queen now ensconced:
bumping along over brick roads,
bumping along over stones in the dust,
bumping along over the muddy trail,
out of the kingdom,
and into the forest.

Her anger settled
– a falling curtain –
enough to take hold
in a lesser place.
Reason raised up
to then take over

Where to now…?
Where goes the Queen … ?

The Planting Song (poem)

February 19, 2018

The PLANTING SONG

Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!
Time for a planting song.

May this field be fertile
and the seed in the ground fecund.

May the Sun be bounteous and the rain nourishing.

May crops grow tall and cover the ground in color,
and ripen when full, free of pests.

May all this happen and we be blessed!

Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!
Time for a planting song.

September Here …

October 7, 2017

September here is beautiful.
Heat is gone and winter’s at bay.
The leaves turn and twirl through the air.
Frost in the morning. There’s work to do.
Smoke from the chimneys. Children at play.


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