Bear

Should you befriend an ursine thing
It’s best beware what it may be:
For some will kill and some will maim,
But others are in fact quite tame.

So if you barely know the kind
Of ancient arktos you may find,
The answer’s here for all to see
About the fabled wolf of bee.

If in the hemisphere of east
Then do not fear the mighty beast;
You’ll find that though they’re omnivores
They much prefer the greener stores.

The size may range from large to small,
And one’s in fact marsupial!
They all like bugs and bits of plants,
One loves bamboo – another ants.

If to earth’s west you then set forth:
Then quickly check if south, or north.
Down south he’s wise, be-spectacled,
And lives in trees – or so I’m told.

The further north, the further worse,
So stay away from there of course.
You see, they share their coats around,
To mix up those by whom they’re found.

The grizzled brown is sometimes black,
And sometimes called the Kodiak.
The bruin black is often brown,
And Ted refused to shoot one down.

The one who has a coat of white,
Lives in a place of dwimmer light.
The brown is also sometimes seen
To have a pale and moonlike sheen.

To make it tough, the brown will quest,
Across the world from east to west.
Which makes the trick of hemispheres
Not all that helpful or that clear.

With all these kinds, what should you do
If one is looking down at you?
First, question why you went outside,
Then ponder that you’re ‘bout to die.

You should re-work your whole life plan,
And think about its shortened span.
Loom large and do not run away,
Then all that’s left to do is pray.

08.08.23

Peace Was

Gunshots, cannons, loud alarms.
I quickly panic; swing my arm:
Down upon the button, smash!
And for a moment pause the clash.

Then a squall breaks out below,
I hear the children, there’s been snow.
They rush and yell, I want to sleep,
But my wife the blanket keeps.

I step out, the floor is hard,
And likely colder than my yard.
Shirt and pants, the jacket next,
Socks and boots, no time to rest.

Stepping out onto the lawn
My children rush, I slowly yawn.
The silence of a winter’s freeze,
Though not my bed, brings me ease.

11.1.19

You Walked Away

You walked away,
And I stared after you.
I realized then
The thing that I must do.

But frozen still,
My mind refused to move.
I tried to speak
But lost the words I knew.

You wrenched my gut
And made my heart turn blue.
I felt the fear:
The chance that I would lose.

But then I watched,
Amazed as you returned.
And dazed I felt
The place where your kiss burned

11.1.19

Spider

A simple twisted silken thread
Is running down from over head.
It indicates without a sound
That there’s a spider on the ground.

I stoop to search with caution slow,
Afraid of what is found below.
For though a giant in it’s eyes,
I wouldn’t want to be surprised.

There! Swift across the floor it darts,
Now! Jumping quick – I feel my heart.
My hair stands up, I glance in fear.
It’s run away – I know not where.

09.25.19

Today I Got Up Late

Today I got up late,
And took my morning slow;
Then later on I ate,
A chocolate ice cream cone.

I was with my friends all day,
Our laughter filled the air,
The weather turned out great,
For work, we didn’t care.

But though this whole day through
Stands out among the best,
It still was lacking you;
That only, I regret.

04.09.19

My Mistake

I left school early for my break,

And gladly missed two days of class;

But I soon realized my mistake,

And now my grades will never pass.

 

If only I had stayed in town,

As every faithful student ought;

I’d have no cause to fret and frown,

I’d know exactly what’d been taught.

 

But no, instead I went my way,

And thought to have a load of fun.

I now regret that fateful day,

‘Cause now my fleeting joy is done.

 

Please listen to my saddened voice,

And take a warning from my choice.

 

11.27.18

Midsummer Night

Silence is kept

On midsummer night,

Now is the time

For goblins to fight.

 

Fairies march forth

To meet them in blood,

Stirring against

The underworld brood.

 

Deep in the wood

‘Twixt moonlight and branch,

Pixies and gnomes

Converge in their dance.

 

Over the roots,

Across the damp moss,

Dancing on twigs,

The imps whirl and toss.

 

Night slowly dims

The battle grows soft,

Each tiny thing,

Steals back to its loft.

 

07.22.19

Josh the Wosh in Class

Oh, Josh the Wosh sat there in class

and waited for the time to pass.

He shifted left and then looked right;

He wished for sleep and peace that night.

 

Yet as he sat and thought of school,

Of all the work and things to do,

Of all the time that they would take,

His poor heart there began to break.

 

Yes, Josh the Wosh sat there in class,

Filled with thoughts of force and mass,

And as the weight of school pushed down,

On his face there formed a frown.

 

The teacher thought this was quite bad,

He’d never seen a face so sad.

“Hey, Josh,” he said, “You’ll fail this course!

“You look just like a dying horse.”

 

So, Josh the Wosh sat there in class,

And pondered this amazing sass.

Yet since so tired was his brain,

He simply failed to see the aim.

 

Now, at this point, his brain was spent,

And into quiet sleep, it slipped.

And so the time did finally pass

As Josh the Wosh sat there in class.

 

02.21.18