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Float

Float

by | Dec 28, 2022 | Uncategorized

Inspiration:
Having to swerve while running when 3 butterflies flew right in front of me. Not sure if they were fighting or… or playing tag. An no, I didn’t really fall down (not that time). I did once fall down running with one of my boys, right after telling him to not lift his feet up so high, but to have them a little closer to the ground like I did to save energy. Life’s good at irony!
 
Reference:
Muhammad Ali’s famous line “float like a butterfly, sting like a bee”
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and watercolor pencils (used dry).
 
 
Float
Three came at me at once, 
Blocked the path where I did ran. 
 
I didn’t want no trouble,
So I runned away as fast as I can.
 
I knew I could’a taked them,
Could’a put them in their place!
 
While they “floated”, I would “sting”
them in their uglies face!
 
But I choosed the higher ground,
The path less traveled by,
 
Then looking back, I falled down hard,
…stupid butterflies!

De-ten-shun

De-ten-shun

by | Dec 26, 2022 | Uncategorized

Inspiration:
Pondering my natural gift at spellign.
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and watercolor pencils (used dry).
 
 
De-ten-shun
Teecher taut me hou too spel,
butt not relly al that grate.
 
I gess I shuda lisened wel,
‘steada ruminatin’ on my existential fate!

The Early Worm

The Early Worm

by | Dec 23, 2022 | Uncategorized

Inspiration:
Not wanting to get up in the morning.
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and watercolor pencils (used dry).
 
 
The Early Worm
“The early bird gets the worm” they say
and tell you “Get up and fight!”
For you’re a bird, bird games you play
from morning until late at night.
 
But what if I, to you, could show
a worm’s uncle was my cousin’s niece?
“The early worm gets the bird!” you know,
So please let me sleep in peace!

Rhyme Paradox

Rhyme Paradox

by | Dec 21, 2022 | Uncategorized

Inspiration:
Thinking about time paradoxes.
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and watercolor pencils (used dry).
 
 
Rhyme Paradox
I went back in time 
and told me a rhyme
   that my future self had wrote
 
which he promised me sure
would make us fortunes du jour
  if I remembered every word that he spoke.
 
but I forgot nine or ten
so I went forward again
  to ask him to write it all down.
 
But my story’s so sad-
he was never a smart lad
   and had forgotten five verbs and a noun.
 
It was something about luck
and a couple of ducks
  That were late to a gathering of geese.
 
But that must not be right,
‘Cause no money’s in sight,
   Oh, woe is stupid ol’ me!

Run

Run

by | Dec 19, 2022 | Uncategorized

Inspiration:
Thinking about how how basically all the energy we use on a daily basis has ultimately come from the sun.
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and watercolor pencils (used dry).
 
 
Run
Nuclear storms a million miles away
Feed the trees, melt night to day,
Drive the wind like a solar mill,
Forcing clouds up mountain hills,
And down flows rain, feeds the plants,
Wets the ground, makes rivers dance.
 
A seed is planted by a path
And gathers sun and rainy bath,
And grows itself into a tree
As tall as two or three of me.
Some apples grow on a branch,
I pause to pick a few by chance.
 
I’ll eat and turn them into words,
Perhaps a poem that sounds absurd,
But only with whatever remains
After I’m done running away
From the angry guy yelling at me,
Something about his apple-less tree.