This poem would be much longer,
But I couldn’t really wait
I need to rush now,
I can’t hesitate
Padre
Restless
Month: April 2021
Salt Marsh
Brackish water stagnant lays
Mosquitoes buzz overhead in waves
The swamp mud sucks upon our boots
As we strive the humid cauldron wade
Our path unmarked and known by few
As we skirt the foul smelling marsh and bayou
Padre
The Rat Race
The rat ran and he chased. If keeping up with the Jones was a struggle, and keeping up with the Kardashians only a dream, then keeping up with William Ratiker was an impossibility. This guy was unreal. He had one of those waterproof, bullet-proof lives, and he succeeded in all that he did. The problem was that “the rat,” came about most everything immorally, if not down right illegally.
Ben Willis had been an officer in the “Fraud Squad” for eight years, and for most of that time he had been trying to nail Ratiker. But, the Rat always seemed a step ahead. Ben was hoping that today was going to be different. He had finally found a hole in one of Ratiker’s alibis. Ben wasn’t going to merely chase this time, he was going to let the Rat run a maze of Willis’ creation. He would just wait for him to incriminate himself, and then he would have him.
It only took a couple of phone calls, and a little disinformation as to what Willis knew already to get Ratiker to go straight to the safe deposit box where the evidence Ben needed would be found. When Ratiker arrived Willis was waiting for him, warrant in hand. The rat indeed ran, but this time Ben was waiting for him.
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Padre
The Ad
Ryanniel Masucol at Pexels
The ad was accurate
Nobody lied
She was just as described
His mail order bride
Padre
Abandoned
We’ve left behind our mother sphere
To explore the reaches unknown and queer
Never to return again Earthward, I fear
Padre
The Berm
I travel upwards upon the berm
A rampart of yesterday
What ran through the minds of those who first ascended
As the prepared to enter the fray?
For me it is a peaceful climb
If not but a little steep
But was it like to those who fell there
Causing widows and mothers to weep?
Padre
Peace
It is not the mere absence of strife and pain
Nor just the quiet to releave one’s brain
Peace is a state of heart and mind
In which the soul bliss can find
It is found in the breeze on a summer’s day
It is the laughter of kids at play
It is that by which your hopes are restored
And in the knowledge of the love of the Lord
Padre
Street Car
Image by mollyroselee from Pixabay
Street car
Left abandoned
Amid the blowing sands
Time capsule of an age and place
Distant
Padre
#TANKA TUESDAY WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 222 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT
Boatman’s Daughter
Charon’s daughter sat waiting for her father’s boat to return. Until it did, she sat patiently on the pier holding a lantern to show the arriving passengers the way. It wasn’t the career she had hoped for. After all, she had great legs and had always wanted to be a model. But it was the family business, and she had been convinced to stay on at least till she got her break. She had really loved her gap year, two years ago. She had seen loads of places she could have only dreamed of back here on the Styx. The longer she sat the more she regretted giving in to her mother’s pleas to stay. Finally, as the ferry came back into view, she decided to tell her dad she had had enough. When he got to her side, she would let him know that she was heading back to Milan at the end of the week. If this job had taught her anything, it was that life’s too short to waste.
Padre
Bothered
I can’t be bothered
I don’t really care
It’s your problem
There’s no need to share
I am not cold-hearted
But I’m still dismissive
Of the complaints you cited
In that five-page missive
Go deal with it on your own
And leave me alone
Padre
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