Wednesday, May 1, 2019

The Wild Child

public domain photo - credits below

The Wild Child

“They”
want him to grow UP and 
STOP
stomping in mud puddles,
climbing trees, and befriending bugs,
STOP
shadowing butterflies,
weaving daisy chains,
bestowing dandelion bouquets,
STOP
wearing his sister’s tutu,
tangoing at T-ball
pirouetting across home plate,
STOP
singing at the bus stop, and
hugging random strangers
at the supermarket
but, (honestly)
you hope
(no matter what)
that he’ll never
(ever)
stop.

PSC / 2019-Apr




Here We Go Again

public domain photo - credits below

Here We Go Again

Pity
(pretty please)
this poor, pathetic boy
who (yet again)
cries “wolf!”
and alligator tears.

His fears,
somewhat abstract,
(some fanciful, some fact),
it’s clear what they’re about,
but my compassion’s
plumb wore out.

PSC / 2019-Apr



You Don’t Own the Poem

public domain photo - modified (darkened to night & added "fireflies")

You Don’t Own the Poem
(The Poem Owns You)

One night,
(mayhap after midnight)
you catch a glimpse of some-
thing (maybe moonlight)
sifting through the curtains,
dancing on the floor

and it draws you out-
side where you find (yourself
captivated by) some-
thing (perhaps a field
of wildflowers
lit by flickering fireflies)
  
You cup your hands
trying to capture
just a tiny smidgen
(with pen and ink)
of that beautiful,
magical glow

but you know
(no amount of holes
in any jelly jar lid
can sustain them
so) you have to
let them go.

PSC / 2019-Apr





Sunday, April 28, 2019

Preamble





Preamble

How could there ever
truly be
(can you even imagine)
any more perfect prelude
to the coming eve
than (we two
strolling into)
a sunset
by the sea?

PSC / 2019-Apr

Good-bye & Good Riddance

(photo booth photograph)

Good-bye & Good Riddance


Unlike its semi-synonyms
“exile” can be voluntary
or in-.

So, as you crave my absence
and I wish to leave,
my departure becomes
a “win-win”.

PSC /2019-Apr


Complete the Limerick



 Complete the Limerick


There once was a ______ from Nantucket
who carried his _______ in a bucket.
(You can say what you will,
but, no matter the fill,
I will still take this poem and chuck it.)


PSC /2019-Apr 



Friday, April 26, 2019

In a Bottle

PSC photo - modified

In a Bottle

am i
the
only
one
who
wonders
if it Might be
a lovE letter
Sent out to
Somebody
at seA, or
a messaGe
from somE
mermaid
meant sole-
ly for me?

PSC / 2019-Apr


Thursday, April 25, 2019

Tattoo



public domain photo
Tattoo

Most see scars
where wounds have been.
One spies the beauty
hidden within,
sketches, etches it
into skin.

PSC / 2019-Apr





Stygian Sky

public domain photo

Stygian Sky 

When the welkin
is at its blackest,
(sans even the
slightest intrusion
of light pollution)
it extends
a most superb backdrop,
tendering the grandest
ebony canopy,
a vault ideally suited
for star gazing
(and also perfect
for the blissful
enjoyment
of heavenly bodies)

PSC / 2019-Apr



The image is a work of the Forest Service of the United States Department of Agriculture.  As a work of the U.S. federal government, the image is in the public domain.













 




Poetry Police

all photos by PSC

Poetry Police

This poem is a stinker,
a rotter, a lout.
His muse (fed up a week ago) 
done threw the bounder out.

This poem is a scumbag;
he’s a ratfink and a swine.
(Please, forgive me if I whine.)

He’s been on a spree for days
and he’s got me in a funk –
because this poem is a dirtbag,
a blighter, a skunk.
Seven days carousing,
now he’s wholly stinkin’ drunk. 
(I’d like to clout the punk.)

This poem, this weasel,
this dang unlucky schmuck
(who spent the whole week
swigging gin)
has plumb run out of luck.

He had himself a joyride
(fully soused, inebriated)
‘til the cop done pulled him over,
and his license – confiscated!

PSC / 2019-Apr