Bindweed Blooms
Busy Bees
Hate is Such a Lovely Word
Hate is such a lovely word
When conferred upon a lonely man
Who sits atop a lonely hill
And watches watchers waiting madly;
Waiting gladly for his fall
Teeth bared, blood lust, cancers all
They hate him ‘cause he looks unlike them
Reeks of power in his control
Something wicked listens paltry
(He is us though they are not he)
Given no more than an inch
They recoil from being benched
But all fault lies with them because
There’s never been a thought of love
Yet hate rains fire from above
And below and all sides round he
Weathers storms upon him hove
He smiles upon the ware wolf horde
‘cause hate is such a lovely word
When conferred upon a lonely man
Who right the wrongs too vast to number
Then sits to service without slumber
And wears their vengeance like a badge
Going to Seed
Fall is finally here and the area milkweed is starting to release its seeds to ensure spring blooms. I love this plant. It produces stunning flowers and just as stunning seed pod openings. Last Spring I was able to capture some great photos of milkweed blooms. I’ll enjoy seeing if next Spring I can get …
A Budding Photographer?
You never know what will interest a kid. It could be Legos or Pokémon cards or video games or something you never even imagined. It seems like every year a child’s interests change drastically. And although you know it probably won’t last, it’s always heartening when your son or daughter sees something that you’re interested …
A Few More Days
It’s starting to feel like Fall
Cool mornings, apples, pears
A few leaves coming down
But not so many that
We forget it’s still Summer
If only for a few more days
A Chance Encounter
Upon a Ship
Upon a ship bound for no port
I spied a waiter waiting widely
So I spoke to him in short
I ordered waffles of a sort,
And sat there gazing at the sea
Its breakers breaking snidely.
No waffles came that day I sailed
Though many pancakes dipped the bow.
Where was the waiter whom I hailed?
I feel that he has greatly failed
To render service due somehow
And all I am is hungry now.
The Pen is Mightier
The pen is mightier than the sword,but you must be precise when you thrust. Ryan Davison