PLEASANT STILLNESS

PLEASANT STILLNESS

My boy, so stunningly resistant
This perky child simply refuses to sleep
My own flesh and blood
Adorably defiant
Makes constant nonsensical shrieks
Powered by youth
These resilient rabbits
Bounding, breaking every waking rule
Have elastic will
Perfectly capable and well intended to rule
But every day the same, is well measured
In the end, every child subdued, simply just lies still

Undercover

Undercover

Under the covers
On a cold rainy day
Shrug the world aside
Keeping piece of mind
While my soul's at play

Curled warm
Under comforter
Coiled, cozy
Where all is at ease
Where nothing can oppose me
Life on pause, responsibility
On freeze

Undercover at last
Under simmering
Cinnamon satin sheets
Doing skin good pleasures
Like bon bons, truffles, treats

Now the only dilemma
And now the only feat
Is selection of the
Next book to read

The Power of Six?
Or the Hunger Games?
Sighhh…

Lurking Shadows

One of life's greatest joys 

was to scare my poor little mother.

Lurking Shadows

Lurking, lurking shadows

Go creep, creep, creep

Prowling boys stealth gamble 

Unhinged mothers

Weep, weep, weep

Veiled deadly assassins 

With hollow hearts

And ghostly eyes

With deucedly sinister schemes

Profound in element of surprise

Yet these skilled vigilantes

In concealment 

These canny masters of disguise

Seek not the pleasure of hiding, but

Horrified mommies and their cries

 

There is no bloom in the garden There is no bloom in the garden

There's no bloom in the garden




There's no bloom
in the garden

There's no petal
to choose, to pluck


There's no charm
for the honey bee

There's no nectar
to cherish, to suck

There's none
to dazzle the eye
or tame the senses

There's no loveliness
to keep, garb our fences

There's no bloom
to find forgiveness

There's no bloom
to romance the misses

There's no bloom
to make a supple heart
or find a fresh start

There's no bloom in the garden...