Suburban Irony

In the suburbs wander wild deer

Hunters shoot them; then they're gone

They say wildlife don't belong here

Then put statues on the lawn!

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submitted for Poetic Bloomings, In Form Poet, Chastushka

Dramaturgy

We draw the curtain on today
The scripts and props are put away
Tomorrow's lines remain uncertain
On today we draw the curtain

We move like players scene to scene
Do we remember where we've been?
Always something more to prove
Scene to scene, like players we move

The page is done; the lines are said
Make up washed and costume shed
We crave the solitude of one
The lines are said; the page is done

But you can see inside my shell
No one knows me half as well
From you I do not ache to flee
Inside my shell just you can see

With you I need not wear a mask
I set aside the actor's task
When truth can be hard to construe
I need not wear a mask with you.

submitted for Poetic Bloomings, In-Form Poet, Swap Quatrain
and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday

Sometimes We Must

Sometimes we must destroy to build

Let go of the common to find the rare

Old structures upturned and new soil tilled

Though we may not believe we are skilled

We haven't the strength and do not dare

Sometimes we must destroy to build

So difficult to be strong willed

But inertia is too much to bear

Old structures upturned and new soil tilled

Though we breathe, the heart is stilled

We can not grow in stagnant air

Sometimes we must destroy to build

Create a place to feel fulfilled

Where one finds joy beyond compare

Old structures upturned and new soil tilled

Too many spirits silenced and killed

Find that thing for which you care

Sometimes we must destroy to build

Old structures upturned and new soil tilled.

submitted for Poetic Bloomings, In Form Poet, Villanelle 

and  Poets United, Vice Versa #4

Nature's Music

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Serenity surrender to restless ruminations

I return to the feral forest where rests make music's metre

Wooden sun bleached boards carry me through sighing Cypress

Moments and measures play longer by the cadence of the creek

Waterstriders wade like tiny persons paddling

Raucous red bellied woodpecker spies russet red tailed hawk

Bullfrogs burp; spring beauties blush. Senses soar like swallowtails.

submitted for Poetic Bloomings, In Form Poet, Alliterisen (Complex)

Sometimes You Drive

Never Easy by untaintedsoul

Sometimes you drive the road
Sometimes the road drives you
When you don't know the difference
Every place is the bad part of town

Sometimes the road drives you
Makes you do things you don't want to
Every place is the bad part of town
And all the strangers know your name

You do things you don't want to
When you give up the wheel
All the strangers know your name
But you don't remember why you came

When you give up the wheel
And you're just along for the ride
You don't remember why you came
Don't care if you make it home again

You're just along for the ride
You gotta keep up the drive
Don't care if you make it home again
You let the road decide

You gotta keep up the drive
Though you can't say if you'll arrive
You let the road decide
Between dead and alive

Though you can't say if you'll arrive
When you don't know the difference
Between dead and alive
Sometimes you drive the road.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry's Wednesday Challenge, On the Road
and Poetic Bloomings, In Form Poet, Pantoum

You

image by Sarolta Ban

 You're a little, little man

Trying to play me for the fool

Did you think you had a plan?

What an idiot you are!

Just a worthless, paltry pissant, and an

utter trifling tool.

You're an itty bitty boy

And I really hate your hat

Try to treat me like a toy?

See what happens to you now

Go away and don't annoy

me anymore you rotten rat!

You're a small pathetic loser

and a parasitic tick

You know that it's all true, sir

I am looking down at you

Come on, face me, your accuser

Jeez, you really make me sick!

submitted for The Mag, Mag 107

Poetic Bloomings, In Form Poet, Genesis

Musings on the Year's End

source: Google images

And so another year has slipped on past

We wonder what we've learned and what it means

and whether what we've done is meant to last

Replaying last year's memories and scenes

before our life demands and intervenes

How did the year live up to what we planned?

What do we see behind us where we stand?

We should not mourn the year that's come and gone

The cards were dealt and so we played the hand

New year, new hand and so the game goes on.

submitted for Poetic Bloomings, In Form Poet, Dizain