THE STREAK… a silly something or another

grayscale photography of man opening his mouth

Streaking down from up on high

Where clouds bear heavy burdens

And the sun struggles to get through

There, I saw an amazing sight

One that took my breath away

And brought chill bumps to my body

A sight that will stop you in your tracks

And make the world cease its spinning

Well, not really and only for a moment

Yep, an unexpected explosion of lightning

The kind that makes you whisper a prayer

Whether you want to or not

Whew, I hope there’s a restroom near

CHASTENED… a poem

Woman Hiding Behind Green Leaf

Pursuant to your attentions

Do I accept or leave them go

I chased you through the years

Your answer – always No

So, while the clock is ticking

And you’re planning your next move

It’s only fair to tell you

My wife will not approve

body builder woman wearing black crop-top cross armed closeup photography

THE KISS… a poem

I felt the kiss

And was immediately warmed

Such a sensation

The bond was soon formed

Not to forget, no

Not anytime soon

As this sunburn I sport

Hurts like a son-of-a-@#$*&

white and blue cloudy sky

SERENDIPITY… a silly poem

Smiley, Positive, Motivation, Laugh, Happy, Joy

Breakneck speed

The only way to go

Straight to the grave

Don’t you know

Don’t you know

~~~~

A real rabble rouser

Always stirring up the crowd

I bet his mom and dad

Wouldn’t be too proud

~~~~

Serendipitous

That’s where I want to be

Did it happen to you

That’s serendipity

~~~~

A Haiku writer

That’s how she stayed alive

The voices in her head

Always five-seven-five

~~~~

Searching for cessation

To this spot of poetry

Will it ever end

Yessir-ee, yessir-ee

GRANDMA AND GRANDPA… a funny poem

Whenever grandma did the laundry

Grandpa would go to town and steal

Sometimes he just stole candy

But, one time he stole a wheel

Woman Standing Near Yellow-petaled Flower

And grandma never knew it

Grandpa was a sneaky cuss

Until the Sheriff came a callin’

Haulin’ grandpa off in cuffs

Handcuffs, Shackles, Guilty, Sentence

Now, grandma was a sly one

In her own respectful way

She loved old grandpa feircly

And she couldn’t let him stay

Locked up in a jail cell

Full of criminals and such

So, she packed up the Sawsall

And went to town in their old bus

White Orange Van Scale Model

Sneaking ’round the jailhouse

She peaked into the room

Where grandpa paced the jail cell

Red-faced a rose in bloom

She gave him a “come-hither”

And at the window did he squint

She cut those bars right out of there

And out the hole he went

Jail, Fake, Art, House Wall, Door

That was twenty years ago

We’ve never seen them since

A bank was hit that very night

And, still today it makes some wince

To think our two grandparents

Would end up on the lamb

As that apple didn’t fall too far

You’ll never guess just where I am

Landscape Photography of Trees on Shoreline

THREE WITCHES…

Three young witches were having a spat.

One got mad and threw off her hat.

While still on their brooms,

Oh, what a scandal

When one of the witches

Flew off the handle.

Website Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑