Thursday, March 22, 2018

Trump haiku #12

it just keeps snowing
and snowing and snowing and
we need big blower!

Thursday, March 8, 2018

frost fall


overnight branches turned
white
putting on
crystal
icy sweaters
frosty miracles of beauty
in the last days of
this cruel season of
relentless shiver

and now the shining flakes fall
like small white feathers
in the bright sun of day

with only the memory
of temporal perfection
in this world so marked and pitted
shoulders hunched against the cold

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Reynold

hand cradles Bible
billowing words
updrafting multi-coloured parachute of love

lifts us up into his world
of convicted care

book held firmly spine traversing
life-line
and he paces our reality
our level
our fraying carpet

long strides journeying and arm reaching
to elusive uneasy truth

still cradling close to the heart
the word not as a weapon
or tightly bound static box

but
open
giving
lovely
fabric of life

Monday, February 12, 2018

we snow

we snow
Saturday flakes
wind-driven wayward souls heading
toward gravity ground and settle
bonded frozen alone one with white expanse of winter

we wait
cold hearts
stretching scarf-less necks
looking through dense drifting
for sweet flute melody of peace

we wonder
caught
in this bank of Saturday snow
when the heartstrings will resolve
into warm welcome whole note love

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Trump haiku #11

it’s taking way too
long for green blades to break through
this evil concrete

Thursday, January 25, 2018

Gary plays Winston

That's a lot of make-up
and that's a lot of scotch
and a lot of Champaign
and how many cigars?

an excessive man
oldman
eyes
staring down a compromise with the devil
buying time with lives
orating hearts to resolve

out-thinking ambition
and undue pragmatism
to defeat the darkness 

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Roger at Christmas

with a bounce
and a hand patting couch
you joy in
ancient
angel song
dad strumming the world
and your mighty legs dancing praise
you sing along
adding your
new new voice
to the billions before

latin words snowing black ground
with white gloria
your bare feet pounding floor
so strong
so sure
            so great