Poems

I'm seeing love today, I can feel it

I'm here, in a loving mother's face

she's patient praising the children

I hear her adorable human audible

Grandpa aged man playing browser games?

She said it's okay! To play my browser game,

told me her son liked playing them a lot also

this amiable, PhD'd woman gifts a nice boost

My evolving taste has settled on mangos

the meat firmly gooey and porously solid

Whilst sucking on her pliable, sinewy seed

with infinitely bursting, ice-creamy flavors 

fibers catching in-between tooths like floss

I wax primordial, wipe pulp off simian chin

Some days are like that; nothing

dry as a moldy raisin; something

I'd never have written this piece,

hadn't it been for all these grapes

aging here on earthy, brown vines

dead in their sticky, cardboard box

We cannot recork what's been done

no whining 'bout wine out of bottle

Drunk Russian passed out at his post,

miraculously working from ignorance

A family of four sneaks right past him,

gifting Ukrainian wins in this instance

Death's upon my doorsteps,

she's down in my commodes

a proof's within her pudding

here revealed inside my load

You'd think these situations, 

now showing so damned dire

would prove an end's nearing

can only hope this fact's a liar

We made sixty, wait for it

small bites lettuce catsup

Once age has been ripped by the years,

all selfish isms have retired to the roost

all that matters are babies & good food

don't believe me & you flunked the test

My love for you is bigger

I promise it's hugely real

niece, nephew el grande,

let me profess how I feel

No words can bestow honor

to the feeling I've got inside

love for you both is a quiver

of gratitude tears in my eyes

That boy gives me the giggles,

that boy puts a joy in my heart

his aura bequeaths me reasons

affections for him never depart

As in being on razor blades

one side sharp like icebergs

others as worn out cleavers

yet the dull ends aren't lost

a crooked edge can be fixed

because of what writers say

begetting what Newt speaks

we all can make things right

The squirrel eating a mango,

open switchblade in one paw

tells me squirrelly real greedy

yes there be malice in its claw

I don't know maybe chipmunk

he will share his fruit with folk

but not seeing such a painting

still quite enjoy Sciuridae joke