Stormy breezes
fishy frozen
many sneezes
noses rosen
Crackling fire
popping corn
as we tire
rest till morn
wollen mittens snowy boots
curled wiht kittens
owl's hoots
icicles hanging
snowmens' smile
Christmas trees dangling
white for miles
Sledding in the distance
cardinal in the tree
the cold's persistance
a frostbitten knee
bunny's in bed
no shcool for today
the superintendent said
to go out and play
off the window reflects
the eihgt candles lit
the snowball's the cause, the effect
you are hit
the brick white eind
the clearest of skies
the light has dimmed
no child cries
the brightness around
lights ahead of us
you can see on the ground
the pattern of the wind's gust
marshmellows afloat
in chocolate that's hot
skating on the moat
swimming? I think not
carolers singing
out jumps a deer
bells are ringing
to welcome the New Year
hearts and flowers
and love so true
upon me showers
for Feburary, red is the hue
spring showers come
winter is done
Mother Nature brings some
bright warm sun
birds chirping
bunny hopping
buds popping
water churning
flowers a-bloom
feet bare in the grass
the sun at high noon
the dew like glass
bright sunny morn
to bed when it's light
everything born
bursts into flight
birdie take off
bunny run away
flowers burnt
in the bright of day
summer's heat
a-glare on the road
gone is the wheat
taken off in a load
the corn's gone too
as well as the gourd
a time to sit and stew
as well as to hoard
the winter storms are coming
south the birds are flying
frozen still the water's churning
no more is the burning
undisturbed loneliness
as something joyus invades
my surroundings
disturbing to myself
telling me waht to do
what to think
who to be
raping my thoughts
and putting them
in a box i cannot reach
because they are worth nothing to me
but are a fortune to you
as you exploit my mind
and chain me down
so my mind cannot function on its own
but only with your dictation
and when one thought escapes
throught your tighenting grasp on me
it falls into the black vacuum
where it can do no good
to release me from the bondage you hold me in
as I am always proper
never do what you don't tell me to
the ever dutiful and obedient
conforming to society
because that is what i have been bred for
and i continue to infuruate you
because i refuse to conform
and you pull the chain tighter
closing off my free lance thoughts
in hopes to control me
and you do not realize
that the tighter you batten me down
the more of my thoughts escape through the links
the closer i am to being
who I want to be
and not who you want me to be
because that is why I was created
blessed upon this place
for me to be who I am
and not who you are
and not who you want me to be
not to conform
but always to be free
as the non-conformist
that is rejected by society
for all eternities to come.
The roaring of the wind
the gift of sight taken away
everything disappears
as the snow pulmbets down
hides all you can see
no one is out
no sign of life
all enclosed
around the fire of life.
Outside cries
the power of a storm
blown from the north
from a land never known.
The powerful hands
shape the snow
the strokes of a paintbrush
at the foot of our door.
Faster and faster
the old master at work
the fury rages on
the gracefull yet heartless
flip of the brush.
No matter of age
gender or size
creates his own
wonderful materpiece
swan neck alove
and gracefully falls
fills in the valley
between the house and the barn
no heed to my complaints
the master paints on
then abruptly dies
and moves on
his work here's done
and as the sun
rises
the fanciful works
dissolve away
cleaning the canvas
in preperation
for the end of the next day.
butterfly
flutter-by
seems never to die
butterfly
flutter-by
stark orange against the sky
butterfly
flutter-by
don't go too high
butterfly
flutter-by
stops to rest on a blueberry pie
butterfly
flutter-by
dark is drawing nigh
butterfly
flutter-by
heaves a mournful sigh
butterfly
flutter-by
on the grass I lie
butterfly
flutter-by
across my toes you fly
butterfly
flutter-by
please answer me why
butterfly
flutter-by
seems never to die
raking across thr opaque clouds of twilight
alive and screaming
at the lustrious Devil's moon.
Demading, unrelenting
of the pounding drops of fire
that blind me by day
and give me eyes in the dead of night
as I guide myself
across the threshold of flames
nibbling at my heels.
And no relief will come
to transport my pains
into the steaming gorge
from which its depths never spew forth
anything save burning coals and ash
that choke your throat
and blind you till eternity ends.
Massive force
perpetual motion
driving forward
pushing out
breaking through
free as a bird
reach the peak
silently suspended
wonderous eyes
look around
in awe at the world
then plumbets down
the sea slurping back
its belongings
fervernt welcomeing
as the body slips home
the massive force
propelled down
salty water streaming
flukes pushing
ever forward, ever down
down into the fathoms below
the dry land above
remains behind
strange creatures stand
in awe of my wonderous feat.
My nose touched the sky.
wiht a dragon's lead foot
raking its talons
across the devil's moon
as the midnight thunder
crosses veins across the sky
his tail crashing into
the resounding thunder
echoing off
the empty sky
filled with stars
flashing behind
the shadowed outline
of the giant lizard
the blinding blackness
cutting into your cornea
as you squint to see
the magnificant creature
flying through the inky blackness of night
pitter-patter on my window
asking to be invited in
where it's warm.
Tippity-tap on my window pane
chattering teeth
asking to be invited in
where it's warm.
Collaborating together
tiny drops
being chased down my roof
down my window, down my gutter
All being chased away
as the garish light breaks through the blackened sky
disrupting the perfect solitude
of my mind lost in wonder
pondering the little rain drops
pitter-patter on my window
asking to be invited in
where it's warm.
reflection of sun
blinding light
start to run
far away
running on and on
escaping the danger
running towards the dawn
legs burning
running on forever
gasping for air
stopping never
at last at rest
eternal peace
calming tranquillity
burning breaths cease.
curled up tight
asleep in the light
laying tail to nose
in a kitty-cat doze.
Sittong on her brisket
eyes squeezed shut
tongue flicks a tut-tut.
Radar ears
as I approach they hears.
One glass marble
opens a slit
her tail gives a flit
daintily extends her paw
then looks at me to see what she saw.
As quick as a flash
she jumps up
lands on the floor with a lup
and as quick as a fawn
she is gone.
The coyotes howling
at the Devil's moon
slung low in the sky
as their crying consumes
all the surroundings.
Echoing off
the corn rows
standing at attention
at the command of Mother Earth.
Reverberations tremble
the velvety leaves
of the soy bean,
As slowly the waterfouls quake
in the rippling rhythm.
Again and again triumphant
echoing off of one another's cries
slamming to your eardrums
throwing you back into bed
as the sound consumes and surrounds you
writhing into all
the small crevices of your body and mind
consuming and envelopeing you
comforting all your woes
in the echoes and cries
of the triumphant dogs.
silent rush of snow
perfect carved turns
the sun's intense glow
the perfect run is what he yearns
ice, cordurory, bumps
nothing seems to satisfy
so into the powder feild he whumps
and makes the white stuff fly
never missing a beat
concentration intense
glued together his feet
as he rips the stupid line by the fence
on and on
going faster and faster
skis singing a song
by far he is one of the masters
the eternal perfect run
going on forever
never stes the sun
always perfect weather
the eternal perfect run
going on forever
he will forever ski in the sun
always with perfect weather
