Confirmed

This dream is in vain
my life too mundane
to warrant a visit by alien craft
but boy if they did
and I blew the lid
my friends would at last say "Poor Bob has gone daft!"

Rigamarole

Up down
moody clown
in out
screw the doubt
left right
who’s more white
true false
can the schmaltz.

Plum

Like little Jack Horner, we met in the corner
exchanging our pieces of pie
then she thumbed her nose, and I, lachrymose
must now wish her well and goodbye.

Swan Song

Performing pirouettes
upon an early autumn breeze
helps scatter the regrets
recalling days atop the trees

and swaying with such graceful ease
devoid of any debts
upon an early autumn breeze
performing pirouettes.

Here?

At times it seems my mind has slipped away,
despite the fact there isn’t much to lose
(nor hardly any ego left to bruise)
I grapple with the gallivanting gray,
my grasp becoming looser every day
allowing lucid rivulets to ooze
between the digits doubts discreetly use
manipulating confidence to sway.
Maturity begins to finally prey
upon my eyes, disintegrating hues
and hiding things behind a blurry ruse
that’s more disturbing than I care to say.
Defiantly I hold my favorite pen
to duly write… now where was I again?

Chip

I journeyed back to where the seed
became a pliant sprout
and quickly grasped the tragic need
to harbor constant doubt

for many elements can force
a tender stem to bow
by battering without remorse
the strength to disavow.

Environmental factors spurred
formation of a bark
that helps deflect debris that’s stirred
when howling tempests spark

but also hinders any form
of flexibility
with rigidness that borders on
insensibility.

Round

Higgs said it mattered
but once things get splattered
will deeper enigmas be all they produce?
There’s no big solution
to war and pollution
empirical data can ever deduce

for greed is chaotic
desires neurotic
raw clay is a substance not easily tamed;
we foster collision
creating division
essential to see how the whole may be framed.

Schemer

I resent redundance
but seldom have time
to alter with abundance
this repetitious rhyme.

Hunger

In deep dark recesses
on sticky silk tresses
two warriors spar
as mortality presses
the fray

and the one who is leaner
appears to be meaner
and quicker by far
inflicting a cleaner
array

of blows till, defeated
the fatter is treated
to bindings that bar
escape, then secreted
away.

Ripples

I see my own fragility
reflected in the glass
with lines made no softer by the blur
whose indents are the kind that must occur
when sentences surpass
the semblance of civility.

Breezy

September has transpired
and though I should be scroungin’
I’m suddenly inspired
to exercise some loungin’

for seldom is the sun so pure
or pleasant wind so clean
that all my doubts are less unsure
and prospects seem umpteen.

Specialty

I clipped some thyme
which sparked this rhyme
about a soup some call sublime,
you have to sweat
to truly get
the flavor patrons won’t forget
but don’t call it toil
and try to spoil
my taste for bringing the pot to a boil.

Mettle

The scintillating grass is so exquisite
each waving blade alive with bursts of light
that seem to hail my unexpected visit
as though I were the archetypal knight,

but lately my defenses have been failing
depending on this armor rife with chinks
and confidence in victory is ailing,
abandoning a countenance that sinks

until I take a moment to remember
it’s not the outer shell that makes you strong—
the best defense against a harsh December
is filling up your heart with summer’s song.

Root

A family of beech trees is standing plainly proud
their tender bark so different from the ruffians that crowd
around them crookedly, voracious for the light,
examining their timber in the oldest kind of fight.

Bias

How much a pane refracts the light
depends upon your line of sight
as many vistas thusly built
exhibit a peculiar tilt
ignored by those content to dwell
within an ever-leaning shell.

***picture provided by Shirley, thanks much!!***