HOT WINDS BLOW/imaginary gardens with real toads

HOT WINDS BLOW

The morning cool

Temperature just right

As the day travels

The temperature rises

Hot winds blow

Within the dwelling

The sound of voices rise

Anger flies from the windows

The temperature rises

Hot winds blow

Your eyes aflame

Hot under the collar

Point your finger

Just for emphasis

The temperature rises

Hot winds blow

Remove your clothes

Nothing touches your skin

Sweat runs down your belly

The temperature rises

Hot winds blow

The sun sets

End of day

Twilight in the desert

The Temperature drops

Hot winds sleep

Cool winds take over

June 21, 2018

WHAT IS IT TO BE HUMAN/poets united midweek motif/human

WHAT IS IT TO BE HUMAN

We have elected a person

To “lead” us that

Shows us the worst of us

No, not unusual

He lies and cheats

He follows all

Self-serving endeavors

Lacks compassion

Isn’t very smart

Knows nothing of history

When things don't go as planned

Always blames someone else

Racist

Bigoted

He has a large head

Which appears to be empty

Has no heart

An empty vessel

His reign like

King George

Can I say it will be OK...

I think he will take himself down

With the weight

Of his ignorance

I’m mad

Who would use children

Hold them hostage

He thinks 

This is a good issue for him

The sun rises in the morning

To light the world

But, this is a dark time for our country

June 20, 2018

WILDFIRES IN EARLY SUMMER/imaginary gardens with real toads

WILDFIRES IN EARLY SUMMER

Life goes on as it will

Like the river

That runs through the heart

Sometimes the water level

Is low

And sometimes it is high

We have to rush to keep up

For if we do not

We will never catch up

The river moves on

Toward the sea

It is said, “We never step

Into the same river twice”

The flow of water 

Comes from the mountains

In spring when the snow melts

The water levels are high

Water rushes down

Fills the river to over flowing

Life is like that

And sometimes the gifts of life

Are overflowing

End of summer

The river dries out

Fish caught in pools

Wait for the rains to come

It is all a cycle

Like the wheel on your bike

Turning round and round

It is early summer now

Wildfires blaze

Smoke fills our little corner of the world

The scene is like the pictures of China

Mountains lost and found

In smoky  atmosphere

June 2, 1018

A SUNNY DAY IN JUNE/dVerse

A SUNNY DAY IN JUNE

If you had asked

I never thought 

I would be the one

To celebrate your leaving

And yet…

Each year about this time

I remember clearly

A film cycles in my mind

A sunny day in June

The scent of honeysuckle

Your chair empty

June 19, 2018

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THE GOOD OLD USA/sunday's whirligig #166

THE GOOD OLD USA

The morning is a wonder

The heavens opened

The rain came at last

The whole world smiles

There is much rejoicing

Some arroyos were full

The road remained passable

Travel continues

Tucked into your shirt pocket

Years of waiting

Dark clouds form over the mesa

The high surf is only a memory

What of greatness

Can a country defy it’s actions

I hear politicians say

“We are better than this”

I say, “this is who we are”

We are not better

We are known by our actions

How we treat the least of us

The homeless

The young

The weak

The sick

The old

The poor 

The hungry

Fly your flag

Be proud

“This is who we are”

June 17, 2018