Current poems in progress...

Brittle whisper
Exposes our hiding place
dried flowers hang in the balance
While we wimper in sorrow
the whispers remain hollow
as the balance sustains it's position
poised can seem as ready while
tender thoughts beg to glow

In this time of times
patience is of a muster
Eyes that once looked to
the skies
are simply falling.
Never leave a brittle whisper
listen to the wind that speaks
An eye that simply sees
and not listens
is an eye that once closed
will not again open.
No one will win who goes alone
as many alone can be the same
listen with your eyes
believe not all you hear.
Look always inward, for He
that helps is always
near.
jd

wet
dry
what is the difference?
O2
no wait, that's O1 H2
or H2O?

hot and burning with desire
she longs
and yearns
her husband has left
her son is what remains
she must have him
he avoids her
it is hopeless
he is trapped by her
but she snags him
he overwhelms her
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--- Jam & Bread ---
Jam and bread beats butter and peas
It's easy to fix and eat when I please
Grandma fixes it after my schooling
I walk in her door and start drooling
Sometimes I sit and eat it right there
Sometimes in the room under the stair
With each bite my mind wanders more
That I might someday live by a seashore
On a peanut raft with sails of cheese
I'd patrol the sea and charge high fees
With a baton to enforce and a cannon
You'll get extra big fines if you are Montanan
Then my mind starts to wander again
And I pretend I'm a bear, safe in his den
Hiding from a long winter's freeze full of snow
With an Injun tribe sharing my cave and a crow
Chief Long Gut says "how", the crow says "caw"
And I give a belch and lift my left paw
We all share the same glow and same day
And take rides in the snow on Santa's sleigh
The last few bites and my mind is a fever
I start think my jam bread is a woodland beaver
Or the jam might be made from jail brother's mushrooms
dancing on the ceiling are 12 dancing, white brooms
It's too fantastic to be explained in plain words
They are making wide arcs in two by twothirds
The visions are making my hands and neck shake
So, I run out the door and to the boat on the lake
Grandma is there with a grin and corn whiskey
She says the tide is high and sailing is risky
So, I take off her life-jacket and give the boat a push
A big wave crushes the boat and it crashes on a bush
And I fall over because the jam clogs up my veins
And everything's spinning and it starts to rain...

The door ajar
Old red car
Shaded by tree
Home for bee
Left it there
Needed air
Wander again
Cut my chin
Dark clouds come
Thundering drum
Raining a pour
Two then four
Cut through glen
Home again
Shaving my head
Cut myself red
Damn stove boiling
Razor still toiling
Water running
Neighbor gunning
Still it's raining
Head migraining
Cheese steaks
For dinners sake's
Same old eats
menu repeats
Throw it away
Eat the ash tray
Anger mounting
Syllable counting
Face turning red
Soon to be dead
Hearts gonna burst
Couldn't be worst
Ceiling caves in
Stuck like a pin
Starting to cough
Circulation cut off
Stove catches fire
And my attire
Voice lost Screaming
Red stuff streaming
Piddle-pants peeing
stink and stinking
Tomorrow the same feats
Menu repeats
Menu repeats
Guess I could be
Turning off the TV

quite sweet

Oh
The oozing sugar boils like butter
between the bevel and the cheap blue Bee
quite radically

His sturdy membrum virile