Poem: Eaton Grove

Eaton Grove:
Grand Victorian
Lady -
Frilly lace
of molding
and stonework.
Little red wagons;
Crazy 
"Hippie Chickens" -
Peacock feathers
plume out
in majestic 
brilliance.
Unbridled 
and free 
spirited
call.
Greenhouses
bursting
in vibrant color -
Bleeding hearts,
clematis, 
calibrachoa
and snapdragon.
Lantana,
cuphea,
dahlia
and viola.
Bulbs of
gladiolas
and lillies.
Butterscotch
and cream
host -
Soothing
and mesmerizing
purr,
nestled
lazily
around the neck.

Poem: Hope in embryo

"By the sweat
of thy brow"
and the magnifying
hand of God -
The joyous,
wondrous
beauty of Spring!
Bulbs bloom
in a multiplicitious
painted array.
Flower gardens
abound -
In an infinite
hue.
Apricot tree
popcorn blossoms.
Pulling off
the blanket
of winter.
Tilling the earth -
Soil sifts
through fingers.
Dirt,
trapped 
under nails.
Weeding 
and trimming.
Industrious Planting:
Flowering plants,
climbing roses,
fruit trees,
and life sustaining 
crops.
Blessed birth
and maturation
of freshly 
soiled starts -
hope in embryo.

Drawing: Redhead - April 23, 2012

Poem: I'm having a bad day

My bodies sore,
my head aches,
my eyes are puffy,
my nose is stuffy
and there's 
a tickle in my throat.
There's a spasm
in my neck;
There's a knot
in my back.
There's a splinter
on my right thumb;
I stubbed
my left big toe.
There's a boil
on my bum,
a blister
on my palm,
a goose egg
on my head,
I've got
a broken rib...

Poem: The fragrant smell of desert rain

The fragrant smell
of a desert rain.
Raindrop spotted
Rainbow neon
reflected
in mirror puddles.
False front
empires and kingdoms -
On demand fantasy,
anointing
weekend kings and queens -
washed clean.
Red desert rock
on fire;
Cactus needles
prick.

Poem: Exclamation point!

I'm great!
I'm terrific!
I'm wonderful!
To top it all off
I'm tremendous!
Not a cloud in the sky
or a tear in my eye!
Birds are humming
my favorite tune!
My favorite flowers
are in bloom!
All the pretty girls
(Aren't they all?)
are smiling at me!
Making eyes 
and conversation!

Poem: Retirement

He couldn't
cut the mustard
anymore.
Management told him
he was
"a lazy,
good for nothing." 
That he was a bore.
No "gold watch".
No "green pasture".
Just his
back end
slapped
by the door.