Poems

love a sexy brain
but before this contest
struggled to explain

past imperfect
future tense
present present
if intense
watch is there to learn
time is yours to earn

for the guilty
as deserved
time is packaged up
and served
for the innocents
it flies
searching for their alibis

past imperfect
future tense
present pleasant
or intense
treasure every minute
as you're living in it

a bear, barely awake, asked a bee how to be
without money for honey, or magic -- how tragic
the bee, finally free, said a plum, with a aplomb
ask a cat in a hat, she did add, her all that

with these kinds of oaks
we're going to need a bigger squirrel

I doubt, and more than doubt on certain days.
On others, I am grasping at the bible,
and sing His glory with effusive praise,
whenever I am focused on survival.

An easy bargain, trading on belief.
You give me miracle, I grant you power.
Then doubt creeps back, together with relief...
Apparently, God hasn't struck my hour.

Are true believers truly in the know?
Their preachers doubt, but reassure the benches
that faith is not a trade, a quid pro quo,
the kind that soldiers practice in their trenches.

My personal relationship with God?
I struggle, but I sure do wish I had.

Author notes: prompt 1

sails unfurled, no longer tackled
she will race across the water
the horizon waits, unshackled
calls to her: please come, my daughter
come and meet the morning sun
dance until the day is done

Author notes: image from pinterest

screw entanglement
Schroedinger's cat
evacuates while he can

Does anything have to make sense?
Our runaway bride on the fence.
To the left, total freedom,
to the right: but I need him!
Which way will she go? It depends

Author notes: image from dreamstime.com

a flock of seagulls on the wing
is there a message that they bring
a treasure trove beneath the waves
the flock, for all intents behaves
as though a single, hungry soul
what does it want -- it wants it all

as grasslands stretch across the hills
he takes them in, a gentle trot
the emptiness still gives him chills
out here, the land that time forgot
and yet, he hungers to stay near it
up in the sky, the hawk, his spirit