Hamster’s Adventure

Sneaking, creeping through the house;
Leaving seeds for my friend mouse.

A Winter Visit

Slipping his fingers
beneath the front door, Jack Frost
leaves his calling card.

Autumn Skies

Clear, blue, cheerful sky
Trees adorned with pink, red, gold
Unlike my spirit

Dyslxeic Poet

                  o u      i n    
words   b        n c       g
                                around on pages

Writer’s Block

my brain is void
I can not write
a word creeps in
floats out of sight

Sunset: Musette poem.

Poetry challenge: Musette poem.
 
 
blue sky –
fluffy cotton
floats high

Spring Rain

Dusty, parched, barren
Gaia pleads for refreshment
Zeus turns sprinkler on

Wildflowers

Beautiful, dainty, unique
Dancing in the gentle spring breeze
Each dressed in a different colored gown
Their individuality adding majestic beauty to God’s canvas

Dawn’s Refuge

Bills, deadlines, schedules –
hustling bustling days –
dawn is my refuge.

Forgotten

Table barren
No flowers

Hands empty
No card

Labels

LABELS –
large bright tattoos
stamped on
permanently
since birth.

TOM BOY
STRONG–WILLED CHILD
TROUBLE
THE PEACE-MAKER
STUPID

Ode to Politicians

Hissing, spitting, fighting cats,
republicans and democrats,
hammering and building walls
constructing them thick, strong, and tall.

We Try

Drunken blows – harsh words
trying hard to disappear
child curled up

Worry-Haiku.

Worry is a weed
Wrapping it’s vine around us
Choking out our faith.

Snowflake

swirling
twirling
towards the ground

I Had A Little Poem

I had a little poem
Frolicking through my head.
“Come and play with me!”
The little poem pled.

A Visit Home

Walking in the twilight
Listening to the birds
Singing their good night songs

The Story Train

On the story train
Traveling to lands unknown
The ticket – a book.

The Reason for the Season

Greedy shoppers stampede into stores
Ransacking shelves – wanting more;
While the homeless man lies shivering outside
Wondering – if food and shelter – someone will provide.

The Mask

There is a mask I wear.
It covers the hurt and pain.
When I put it on,
No one sees the sorrow and the shame.

Poetry

Poetry is in the wind,
in the grass,
and in the gentle breeze.

Election Day

Politicians stalk
anxiously watching their prey
up since break of dawn.

Love

Love is a rose
It’s beautiful
It smells wonderful
It’s enjoyable
But sometimes it hurts

The Snake

He is small and innocent looking,
Quietly slithering from one person to another,
Growing larger and believed more
After each retelling.