CYCLOPS NIGHT

CYCLOPS NIGHT,
WIDE-EYED BRIGHT.
WATCH DAYS END,
ALL IN SIGHT.
STARS AWAKE,
BOUNCE OFF THE LAKE.
JEWELED DARKNESS,
‘TIL DAWN’S BREAK.
FIREFLIES,
LIGHT THE SKIES.
NOCTURNAL DANCERS,
WITH MOONRISE.
SLEEPS THE SUN,
FIRE GONE.
MATCH WILL STRIKE,
AS NIGHT IS DONE.

‘X’ AND ‘O’

YOU SIGN OFF WITH ‘X’ AND ‘O’,
BUT IT STILL IS NOT THE SAME.
WRITTEN LETTERS LET ME KNOW,
THAT LONG DISTANCE IS TO BLAME.

DISTANCE TOOK AWAY YOUR KISS,
YOUR HUGS STOLEN FROM ME TOO.
BEING NEAR YOU I SURE MISS,
FOR NOW ‘X’ AND ‘O’ MUST DO.

TO THINK THIS LETTER I HOLD,
ONCE WAS HELD IN YOUR STRONG HAND.
TIME HAS MADE YOUR LETTER COLD,
IT’S TRAVELED WATER AND LAND.

MEMORIES I HOLD DEAR TO HEART,
KEEP ME GOING DAY TO DAY.
HOW LONG MUST WE BE APART,
HOW LONG WILL IT BE THIS WAY?

DON’T FORGET I’M FLESH AND BLOOD,
‘X’ AND ‘O’ WON’T KEEP ME WARM.
OUR LOVE, LIKE A TENDER BUD,
MAY NOT WEATHER THROUGH A STORM.

THE TURTLE

BORN FROM THE SAND,
ALONE AMONG BROTHERS.
MINUTE EYES SEARCH DARKNESS,
TO FIND MATERNAL MOON.
AS SOULS FOLLOW THE LIGHT,
PRIMARY INSTINCT TAKES HOLD.
AS ALL OTHERS SIT WITH THE SANDMAN,
THE BABES CRAWL
TO DEEP SEA’S YAWNING MOUTH.
BY HUNDREDS HE SWALLOWS,
ONLY LEAVING SOFT SCRATCHES
IN THE SAND,
MARKING THEIR TERRITORY
FOR FUTURE MOONS TO LIGHT.

THE BUMBLEBEE

I’VE NEVER THANKED
THE BUMBLEBEE
FOR SPREADING POLLEN
TO MAKE THE SEEDS
THAT MAKE LITTLE PLANTLINGS
THEN FLOWERES GROW
CAUSING GARDENS
TO OVERFLOW.
I’VE NEVER THANKED
THE HONEYBEE
FOR MAKING COMBS
OF SWEET HONEY
THAT MAKES LIFE SWEETER
LIKE FLOWERS DO:
SIMPLE BLESSINGS
BEES DO FOR YOU.

LOST AND FOUND

AS THE CLOUDS RELEASE THE RAIN,
ONE LONE UMBRELLA DRIES OFF
IN A DARK CORNER OF THE CAFÉ.
ITS OWNER IS SITTING…
WAITING…
SHE COMES IN AS A BREEZE,
AND THEIR EYES MEET.
HE STANDS TO GREET HER,
TAKES HER UMBRELLA,
AND PLACES IT WITH HIS.
A PUDDLE ACCUMULATES
ON THE FLOOR.
THE TWO COUPLES,
NOW CONTENT WITH THE COMPANY,
WAIT OUT THE RAIN.
AS IT ENDS,
THE MAN BRINGS THE WOMAN TO HER FEET.
THEY EXIT UNDER THE RAINBOW,
LEAVING BEHIND THEIR TWO FRIENDS.

HEART OF STONE

HOW MANY TIMES MUST ONE BE STABBED IN THE BACK,
BEFORE BECOMING A COLD-HEARTED WITCH?
HOW MANY TIMES MUST ONE TRAMPLE YOUR SOUL,
BEFORE THAT SOUL DOES A FULL SWITCH?
HOW MANY TIMES MUST ONE PURE HEART BREAK,
BEFORE THE PIECES CAN NO LONGER BE GLUED?
HOW MANY TIMES MUST TEARS BURN DOWN ONES CHEEK,
BEFORE BECOMING A NASTY OLD SHREW?
HOW MANY TIMES MUST ONE WEEP IN THE DARK,
BEFORE REALIZING YOU’RE ALL ALONE?
HOW MANY TIMES MUST ONE LOSE AT LOVE,
BEFORE DEVELOPING A HEART OF STONE?

THE SECRET

THE WIND
CIRCLES
THE SEDENTARY TREE,
MOCKINGLY
WISPS
THROUGH
HER BRANCHES.
“OH,
THE PLACES I’VE BEEN,”
BLOWS THE WIND
TO THE TREE,
“AND THE THINGS
I HAVE SEEN,
YOU ONLY
STAND
HERE AND DREAM.”
WHAT THE WIND
DOES NOT KNOW
IS THAT THE SEDENTARY TREE
HAS SENT OUT
HER LEAVES
ON THE WIND
GIVING HER EYES
TO THE WORLD.

LOVE ME NOT

I PICKED A DAISY THE OTHER DAY,
DECIDED THAT THIS WAS THE WAY.
TO FIND OUT IF YOUR LOVE WAS TRUE,
TO SEE WHAT I SHOULD DO WITH YOU.

FOUND THE RIGHT ONE, FULLY CROWNED,
AFTER SEARCHING ALL AROUND.
SADDENED THAT IT CAME TO THIS,
NOT ONE PETAL WOULD I MISS.

I STRIPPED IT BARE WITHOUT SHAME,
AS EACH PETAL FELL IT CALLED OUT YOUR NAME.
I PICKED PETALS TO A YELLOW DOT,
AND REACHED THE TRUTH, YOU LOVE ME NOT.

MY DOG'S THOUGHTS ON THE MAILMAN

I LOVE TO HATE THE MAILMAN,
AND HIS MAILMAN WAYS.
HIS UNIFORM REPELS ME,
EACH AND EVERY DAY.

I BARK TO LET HIM KNOW IT,
I DON'T WANT HIM AROUND.
I'M SURE I LOOK FEROCIOUS,
A REGULAR OLD HELL-HOUND.

HE DOESN'T BRING ME LETTERS,
HE'S MACED SOME OF MY FRIENDS.
JUST IN THINKING OF HIM,
MAKES MY FUR STAND ON-END.

I LOVE TO HATE THE MAILMAN,
AND HIS MAILMAN WAYS.
I JUST WISH HE'D STOP A MOMENT,
TO COME INSIDE AND PLAY.

CAROUSEL HORSES

CAROUSEL HORSES

CAROUSEL HORSES PRANCE AROUND,
CONTINUOUS CIRCLES THEY ARE BOUND.
DESTINATION NEVER TO FIND,
FOREVER SLAVES TO THE GRIND.

COLORFUL STALLIONS GO UP, GO DOWN,
SOME BLACK, SOME WHITE AND SOME ARE BROWN.
SOME HEADS HELD HIGH, SOME HELD LOW,
BUT THERE’S NO PLACE THEY CAN GO.

THEY DANCE A CAROUSEL MELODY,
FOLLOW IN CIRCLES THREE BY THREE.
A MARCH TO WHERE THEY BEGAN,
WANT TO BE FREE BUT NEVER CAN.

CAROUSEL HORSE, I SYMPATHIZE,
MONOTONOUS LIFESTYLE I, TOO, DESPISE.
I KNOW WHERE YOU GO, WHERE YOU’VE BEEN,
A CAROUSEL WORLD WE LIVE IN.