Flowers can still grow from dry mounds
Stars shine and twinkle even on the ground
Icy hearts can melt into warmth unbound
And in the most unexpected places, love shall be found.
The Cardinal
The cardinal struts proudly with dashing scarlet feathers,
Refusing to fly south despite the inevitable weather.
For if anyone could ward off this ancient time of snow,
Why, the cardinal could- or didn’t you know?
Mocking the mockingbirds for their wise retreat,
Desiring to join the passel of fools he saw as elite.
None of his peers found the geese to be as silly as this goose,
Squawking clever insults while he fumbled for an excuse.
The cardinal, with his head hung low, flew south the next spring,
For while some traditions are obsolete, others are worth following.
Animal Love
This is a poem that is all about,
My favorite animal without a doubt!
Some are skinny, some are small,
Some are bulky, big and tall.
They don’t have wings, they don’t have fur,
But all very scaly, that’s for sure.
Some live on land, and some live in the sea
They swallow their prey whole, like a sip of tea!
Some can camouflage, and are hard to find,
Some of them slither, while others wind.
Some are friendly, some are not,
Some have rattles, and some have spots.
If you still haven’t guessed what they are,
Here‘s one last clue, that might get you far.
There are many species and are found all around,
Recognized easily with their special sound.
They go hiss, that’s the sound they make,
You guessed it right, it is a snake!
Wonderland
Lost in Wonderland
Do I truly belong
where sense makes no sense
and normality is wrong?
But haven’t we all ached for a Wonderland
all along
Hoping to bid societal norms
good bye and so long?
Queen
They say she awaited her knight in shining armor
that she was destined to be rescued
But she wasn’t just a pretty little face
Here’s how the story truly ensued:
Tired of waiting in the tower so tall
She hung her hair on a hook and let the tresses fall
Down the golden mane she slid to the grassy green
She didn’t need a manly savior, for she was a queen.
She was not a trophy to be won
but a beautiful soul to be cherished
No price could ever be placed on
the glow of her face that never diminished.
Voices
The voices inside my head
sing different lyrics to life’s song
One tells me to dwell in strength and hope
another urges me to simply play along
One calls forward to center stage
the cold and calculative human sagacity
And one beckons with a twinge of remorse
the sensitive and senseless heart in me
Rotten love
Once passionate hearts, now gone astray
Our star-crossed love left to decay
“Unforgettable” memories turned old and gray
It seems only our bodies have chosen to stay
To fly
Contaminated by the touch of human hands
his blue tinge crumbled to insubstantial powder
Although the color of his wings had faded
the butterfly still flew, higher and prouder
The Beauty of Peace
The beauty of peace is good, is awesome
The beauty of peace is grateful, is calm
The beauty of peace is all I need, and all I could ask for
The beauty of peace is everything, and it’s all in your hands
The beauty of peace is all over
The beauty of peace is God all around
The beauty of peace, you should love
And the beauty of peace should always be near
Love the beauty of peace
Reticence
A voice
although young and feeble
is as wise and seraphic
as an angel’s
If only that voice
was taught to be proud
To put forward those profundities
up front and out loud