I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
I hope you have her desire for ord… With a bit of mine to vex And my penchant to look ever inwar… Tempered with hers to project I hope you have my cool demeanor
The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
I can blend seamlessly Because I find parts of me In ev’ryone I see
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land
I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt under my nails
I don’t sense much about the futur… I don’t remember a lot about the p… All I know is this blessed presen… A gift that too shall pass
I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze
Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow Tender leaves And shoots of peas
Because you exist Is the best reason For you to persist