Each month, write a new collection.
Don't Sit on SpidersThe hunter lurks beneath the houseHis quest, to seek and destroy a mouseHis senses keen, his eyes alertWatching for movent in the powdery dirtHours go by, he decides to sitBad idea... surprise, he's been bit!He howls in pain, his tush on fireBurning with venom, like a funeral pyerThe hunter is promptly wisked off to the vetNot for tummy trouble, or a bone to be setThe spider's bite took quite a tollThere used to be a cheek, but now just a holeHe learned a valuable lesson that dayDon't sit on spiders... life's better that way
Ha! Now that's a surprise!
New DayIf there were clouds there would be rainIn the mountains of your mindThrough the eyes there would be riverscrying for a sunriseAs there comes a day when painclears to the bluest skiesAnd comes a day when cloudsdon't surprise the mind with thunderas we wonder why? A better questionis to mention, if we can't try to overcomethe clouds of gray and storms of yesterdayFor today shines a sun brand new and dries up the eyes you choose to think and believeand maybe perceive the dayas being greatA new start that imparts the heart to beat anewto say we can beat throughthe clouds to mix and allowsun to shine and warm usGiven time and live to find the one thing that allows us to showthe tears will come from the painand will go like storms in our lifeOne thing for certainthe sun shines on yourhurting and clouds will clearand show a joy to enjoy a happinessto glow and know through the weatherWhether it is cloudy or better allows thesun to break on through to crack the hourand give back power to empower our trust and truth
THat's a really beautiful one Daryl. Really and truly fantastic!
This First Kissyou only getone chance tobe surprisedby such joywhen she leaneddown and in alight touch tolips we kissedand any kissafter is linkedto this onesmall kiss
That's fantastic! This is really a great poem, and true too!
By the way, I just filmed a bunch of prompts in tribute to you!
"you only getone chance tobe surprisedby such joy" Perfect TT
Bug AngelsIn PomonaIn one of the backyardsOf one of the several houses I lived inThere was a flower bush constantly in bloomWith red, orange and yellow flowers Whose color was as dense and rich as Crayolas.Butterflies frequented here like Yuppies around juice bars, frozen yogurt places or coffee houses.I always liked to think they were there for me though.Fairies encircling me in an enchanted forest.My favorites were the orange and black monarchs and the petite white ones.One day, in Long Beach, walking along with my precious Nick, no longer mine, A bright, large yellow butterfly hovered around some nearby bushes.It was a surprise dark with doomed foreboding and bright with endless happiness. A bittersweet touch...
I love the way that ends, and the line "no longer mine" Great!!