In darkness and shadow of winter realms
The brightness of spring captive held
And in the balance the fruit of the earth
From awaiting humanity withheld
A bargain reached
The decision made
The realms of summer and winter
Interchanging
A time of grain
And times lean
For all eternity
Rotating
Padre
Written for dVerse
When words fail me, how can I then sing?
Where then shall my lyric voice utterance bring?
It is then that my heart and tongue to you turn
For Butterfly, my muse, you in my passions burn
In you, the day is brighter
In you, the night is not as cold
For you Butterfly, my darling
Cause my life and words to unfold
Padre
Patina
Gone the shine of wear
Reminder of a different time
The trolley car doesn’t run here anymore
Padre
Written for dVerse
It must be a fruit – it’s in crumble and pie
Though it looks like pink celery when it grows high
And to make it grow it’s placed in the dark
And when you taste it – it’s really quite stark
But with equal measures of fruit and sugar
It sure cuts the mustard
And is really quite tasty
Especially with custard
Padre
“You’re gonna need a bigger boat.” [Jaws , 1985]
If you want to store all the stuff you wrote
While locked down with time to spare
All the poems you penned
When the world was unfair
And like the ark of the Bible old
It’s time the disembark or so I’m told
And just as the animals filled the land
Now our words can spread out – expand
We can share our labours face to face
WIth friends and loved ones
In public space
Padre
To build a place to call my own
A home as by me envisioned
My own hands to craft the frame
And its details of my own imagination
How diligently the song bird
With a twig within its beak
Goes to fashion a haven for its eggs
And a place for the night to sleep
Padre
A squirrel hunting in the mountains
Searching for acorns among the fallen leaves
Filling up her winter larder
Before the ground does solid freeze
Diligent little creature
Storing up for the winter rest
She seems so lively
As she goes about her quest
Padre
It seemed a good argument
Of truth it did ring
How could it go wrong
And be a bad thing?
It proved to be folly
How could he know?
That arguing politics
Was not a place to go.
Padre
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Grasslands transformed now
Rolling prairie turned by plough
Wheat and barley a bounty great sown
Touched by colour poppy blown
Padre
Painted smile and rubber nose
Over-sized shoes that trod on your toes
Whether at children’s parties
Or the thing of nightmare dreams
You either love them or hate them
Those ever smiling fiends
Ronald and his burgers, or the Jack in the Box
A villain of Gotham, or Bozo’s red locks
A clown, or a jester, or a fool he may be
But I prefer comedians –
That are actually fun-ny
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Padre
dVerse Clowning Around
*Image – Pixabay
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