Chronological

Every first hurts

Every second counts

Every third skirts

Putting forth an ounce

Tender

 Seven at a rip

You’re going to lose your grip

And then you’ll see just how far

Everything starts to slip

They already messed with art

Don’t expose your heart

Or they will give you such a scar

Your pride will ever smart.

Residual

Breaking bread?

Then use your head

And try some sharpened steel instead

But if you must

Clean up your dust

Or you’ll disturb the upper crust.

Disturbed

I watched a graceful swan swim by

Without a single ripple made

And thought about my life for I

Leave no traces where I wade.

Here's to 10

Decades come and go

These six went by so fast

Despite my plea to slow

They just keep rolling past

How many more I’ll get to see

Is something that’s not up to me.

Last Call

I don’t care what you want to eat

I'm tired and I’ve got aching feet

There should be fast food up the road

Have you ever pondered diet mode?

Are you looking for service with a smile

Well sorry, that’s just not my style

You’re lucky there’s any food at all

So pay your bill, it’s now last call.

😉

My belief

In keeping it brief

Has brought me luck

Or I’d be stuck.

Staging

 A pixel is a place

Where latent dreams display

Another chance at grace

Before your bones decay

There is no other site

Where promise could occur

So paint with all your might

The platform you prefer.

Expanding

 To be a cook best grow some hands

To meet your customers demands

They always want what you can’t reach

It hurts a bit, prepare to screech.

Unfeeling

 November was numbing

And not from the cold

Monotony made me lose touch

And now I’m succumbing

Losing my hold

I need stimulation so much.

Winter Tree

Spill some blood for the Winter Tree
And I will grant you wishes three
Before you make a wish beware
The price is high - do you dare?

Redirect

Lamenting where you thought you’d be
Won't change where you are
Work toward your future and you’ll see
That you can get quite far.

Splintered

Beside a house that’s filled with love
A tree will thrive and grow
Immersed in light from up above
It shelters those below

But when they’re by a house of gloom
They may find out instead
There is no shine to help them bloom
And soon they’re hollow, dead.

Clash

Amber, ochre, vermillion, umber
Are putting summer green to slumber
Until those frozen mounds of white
Bid all vibrancy good night.

Spama-lama-ding-dong

He never thought he’d find someone
That he could love online
But much to his astonishment
He witnessed the establishment
Of what some would define
As raging lust, which could be fun.