Brainstorms
Brainstorms are firing inside my head
Clouding my routine since arising from bed
Thus delaying my departure from the homestead
Necessitating I take the next train instead
A Jam
A jam is something to either desire or dread
It depends if you're busy buttering bread
Hopefully you're not out rushing on the road
Or suffering a toe stubbed in a blundering blow
Instead of a situation that might come apart
Just maybe it's the frame of the door to your heart
Which is opening and ready to receive some love
Earthly from a soulmate or spiritually from above
Forensic Query
When approaching a matter forensically,
Consider using the following query:
- What would be expected to see?
- What has happened actually?
- What if any must the remedy be?
This didactic helps navigate optimally
Doing Without
I usually sit with buds plugged in
Pumping content to the brain within
By eschewing the habit and doing without
I can access ambience wafting throughout
Ladies and Gents
Filling a vessel
Keeping it fresh
Picking components
Making them mesh
Several to require
Others are not
Some to retire
A few hard fought
Handful of categories
Friends, family, play
Providing fulfillment
Assembled for pay
Jostled over time
Shifted by events
Evolving relationships
Ladies and Gents
Give A Lift
Pay it forward
Extend a hand
Asked for cash
Reply "understand"
Different background
Different face
Doesn't matter
We're human race
No expectation
Wasn't a gift
Invest in faith
Give a lift
Elements
Dirt, Essence of earth
Water, Required for birth
Wind, Conveyer of air
Fire, Joy and despair
Joyously Rebirthed
It's fun to sing like a lark playing amongst some limbs and bark
The gentle hand of the breeze caressing all within the leaves
An undulating point of view bringing thrill to the elevated few
Carefully climbing back to Earth and feeling joyously rebirthed
Frothy Flows
Ocean flows in frothy throws, sunset sky churns flaming dye
My Little Treat
The route home is almost always the same
Plodding along with the help of his cane
Past the shop windows displaying their wares
Being invisible thus impervious to stares
Pushing along through the evening hubbub
He feels quite alone due to societal snubs
Envious of diners in their outdoor cafés
Swaddled in toney clothes and diamond displays
He pauses by a flower box bordering a table
And plucks off a sprig, just because he is able
He carefully crushes it between thumb and palm
And slowly saviors it's sweet smelling balm
"This is my little treat," to himself he thinks
Then gives two observers two furtive little winks
Somebody's actually noticed his face
So he feels a connection with the human race
Turning his attention to the sidewalk ahead
Its time to press on to get home to bed
Fog vs. Rain
Fog is swirling, teasing my brain
Wondering what's worse, it or rain
Microscopic drops, suspended in air
Or larger brethren that dampen ones hair
Cautiously free movement - sans visibility
Verses immobile shelter of a broad tree