Month: September 2017

She Does It Her Way

Mom nature with her notorious ways Wearied from her laborious ways Tightly gripped her tattered shroud Hitched a ride on a quilted cloud So proud of gifts she bestows Well, that’s how her story goes Ah, but heed her deception Illusion, delusion, and confusion Chaotic wrath or hallucination Her pageantry is our destination § Please…

Abstract Weather

Let’s tether the weather Mom nature knows better There are fires with ire And floods with mud There are cat 5 ‘canes Winds howl like trains There are twisters and twirlers And tiddly wink hurlers Yesterday’s balmy Is today’s tsunami  There’s quaking and shaking The ground is breaking or should that be braking Let’s clone…

A Mind’s RPMs

  An unfolding thought comes to naught Makes one feel they don’t know squat Perhaps we ought to be retaught The dotted line is missing a dot Fame and fortune idly sought Fractals off-kilter, methought  You know insanity can’t be bought A scattered mind won’t get caught A cobwebbed mind filled with fraught Our indolence…