Float
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
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
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
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
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.
Counts
Inspiration:
Being frustrated at my natural tendency to focus on to-do lists.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and watercolor pencils (used dry).
Counts
I can’t help but wonder
if it matters the number
of books that I’ve written or read,
Or check marks in boxes,
gold bars behind lockses,
by the time that I’m under the ground dead.
But if I can’t measure
my life by its pleasure,
how can I know if I’m winning the race?
Life’s not a game
scored with money or fame,
it’s a test of integrity, with grace!
Methinks it’s the places
I’ve put smiles on faces
that make life worth having lived.
And memories made
are less likely to fade
if more than received, I gived.
phast Foton
Inspiration:
Probably geeking out about physics.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and pastels.
phast Foton
I took a beam of light
And chopped it with an ax
Searching for a photon
Dancing in parallax.
But I think I must’a missed it,
Cause there weren’t nothing there
But a newly broken block
And an echo in the air.
Dad said I gotta swing faster,
So faster and faster I swung,
But sadly I never hit it.
Hey look, my chores are done!
The Road to Infinity
Inspiration:
Pondering the 2 absolutes: death and procrastination (taxes have loop holes!)
Note:
It’s not a typo 🙂
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and watercolor pencils (used dry).
The Road to Infinity
On the road to infinity,
I’m nearly halfway there,
Falling short of divinity,
More tortoise, and less hair!
Though weary from my wandering
Toward the sideways number eight,
I’m decisive from my pondering,
(But as usual, I’m running late!)
Ramp on the Ridge
Inspiration:
Seeing the same thing on my list of goals for a quarter century without making any progress.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and pastels.
Ramp on the Ridge
A chasm separates who I am
from who I want to be,
a constant reminder of the man
that’s falling short of me.
It’s far too far to climb down safe
and back up the other side,
and no way to ever go around,
it stretches far too wide.
I don’t have skills to build a bridge
nor boards to span the deep,
just enough for a ramp on the ridge,
so I’ll run and take a flying leap!
To never have jumped has the same effect
as t’have jumped and to have died,
either way these words end up silent,
but at least with the latter one I tried!
So if these words are never read,
it means they fell and died.
But since, apparently, they are not dead,
welcome to the other side
of me!
The Dragon
Inspiration:
Ever notice how much a trash truck sounds like a dragon as it roars between houses?
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and pastels.
The Dragon
A dragon came down my street
picking up its weekly treat,
an offering to keep the peace
we’re more than willing to pay!
It roared devouring every load
then onward down the road it strode.
I’m not sure how far it goed
before it flew away.
We don’t dare ever miss a week
knowing the dragon cannot seek
twice as much to fill its cheeks
on the next offering day
And that suits me fine just as well
because our house will start to smell
and the neighbors will be able to tell
so take out the trash before you play!