Another week, another post of poetry. This is your last full week of my verses, so I hope they meet your high standards, dear readers. A couple of them proved a struggle to follow the rules behind the form they were taking, but I persevered.
April 20, 2024
Bear Trap
When you find a grizzly bear
Has you grabbed by the collar
You know it might not be fair
If you scream and holler
Only to find that you share
This space with none who bother
When fear has you by the throat
Be wary of what it might denote
And if you find that grizzly bear
Singing a song you cannot hear
Maybe you will find a flair
For suddenly not being near
So run fast like that famous hare
And maybe escape your fear
By hiding in some empty lair
Left by one who once lived there
When fear has you by the throat
Be wary of what it might denote
But be wary before lifting praise
Because if you dare to ramble
And let your voice so raise
Then that bear might just amble
To end you on this of all days
A life caution shouldn’t scramble
When fear has you by the throat
Be wary of what it might denote
April 21, 2024
Fantasy
Wizard or queen, who shall win
When magic reigns over their world
And who will bring that magic in
To save the kingdom of dragons
When she danced and twirled
The wizard laid down his pen
Feeling like a flag so furled
That it emptied all the flagons
If she opens her heart again
She might find that magic whirled
Up inside her and woke a dragon
Who ruled over the other dragons
So when flames rule over the din
See her with her scales so pearled
April 22, 2024
Clearly Earth Day got me in a mood. How about you?
Earth
Sliding through my fingers, soft, silky earth
Is this the mother that gave of birth
Some worship her, others say “nay”
But we must love her in this fading day
Crowned with garland of flower and green
Who can deny that her beauty is seen
In crystal waters flowing to fall
Or towering peaks that beg us to call
Whether called mother or simply known as home
The earth’s simple beauty calls back all who roam
April 23, 2024
Loss of the Heart
When the center falls out
And the world stands still
Some scream and shout
While others fear they will
When the energy is sapped
And the blood ceases to flow
The life is no longer mapped
And we forget what we know
This is when we remember
Sweetest promises of old,
At end of coldest December,
Once more, our hands will hold
Heart of the World
Magma flows through earthen veins
Burning hot until ash rains
Then cooling down to porous stone
Cool enough to be your own
Yet raging still at the heart of the world
Molten earth waiting to be hurled
April 24, 2024
There and Again
Take me away
Take me there
There by the sea
There at the shore
Shore where waves wash
Shore where sand shines
Shines like diamonds
Shines like hope
Hope that love wins
Hope that the sun rises
Rises to face the day
Rises to meet us here
Here on this solemn shore
Here close to the waves
Waves of crystal blue
Waves topped by foamy white
White clouds obscure the sun
White cloth flutters nearby
Nearby where young love blooms
Nearby children chase the surf
Surf to the water’s edge
Surf to their dreams
Dreams always bring them here
Dreams remind them of the sea
Sea that washes sand clean
Sea carrying secrets away
Away to darken foreign shores
Away to leave only peace
Peace until the gulls cry
Peace under a vaulted sky
Sky in which prayers float
Sky into which we shout
Shout of joy at sandy feet
Shout as waves quench the heat
Heat that draws winter away
Heat that fades with day
Day to day we renew
Day in which this view
View of wonder with no end
View of frolicking with friends
Friends who say “to the beach”
Friends who are never out of reach
Reach out and call them to sands
Reach out and claim those hands
Hands that help reign us in
Hands that salvage again
Again we reach out to the shore
Again we know we don’t need more
More
Shore
I know. I know. You just read fifty lines of poetry. That was a form called the Blitz. I felt blitzed by the time I finished it. How about you?
April 25, 2024
Misheard?
When asked what I would want to be
I pondered like a buzzing bee
Should I be like Betty or Bea?
So then I felt my heart pique
To attain some higher peak
But if I only took a peek
Would I become who I should be?
So what great source should I cite
That could give me the sight
To find my future, my site
On which to buzz like this bee?
Should I be a queen to reign
Or a meteorologist, studying rain?
Too many choices to choose one rein
And I feel I cannot be Bea
April 26, 2024
Night Persona
I look outside into the night
Dreaming of my next sanguine bite
Open the door, bid me enter
Forbidden kiss, all will be right
And once drained, empty vein desists
And eyes slowly fade from fright
I release you from my embrace
And fade once more into my sweet night
