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On the Southern Side

He lives there, ‘cross the lake that’s froze now, but in the spring there’s frogs and minnows. We ain’t ‘posed to go in there on-a-count of we don’t live on that side-a that fence there. We used to be able to go swimming’ an all, but then they bilt those big houses and that’s when they put up that fence.

I seen him one day, walkin’ his fancy dog, an talkin’ to it just like it were a person. At first I wondered had that man lost his marbles, but I figure he just loves it that much.

Lucky dog.

Afraid of the nightmare
the untethered dictator
will bring with broken words
and rights won now lost

His rise will scar a country
once strong and proud
the stench of evil will burst
the sanctity of good and light

To allow his rise to power
will leave smoldering shards
of freedom for all people
Fight the devil bring back our USA!

Ocean breeze cleanse my soul
let sand and time remove life’s soil
Sunshine warm my cold shriveled skin
restore my heart that I may live again

Seagull song revive my wilted spirit
crushed by loss nourished by pain
So the notes of your discordant song
right the rights and forgive the wrongs

Tiny sea turtles run to the open sea
swim hard and true where you belong
Allow the ever waning tides slide
you from danger the strong survive

Little crabs rushing in and out
dart toward the surf to find a snack
Tempting fate with each long dash
some return others never come back

The sea for me holds the rhythm of life
sit upon its shore absorb its hymn
Mother Earths sweet rhythmic beat
heal my pain and return my sleep

In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #350 – VAPID (In 60 words!)

The girls were out for a stroll
one kept complaining their outings
were droll

Most but not all agreed
except one who watched them
all proceed

The cluck of viperous tongues
were unkind to everyone they
considered unsung

The quiet one rarely spoken
stopped them when another girl
they poked

I must say your wit is vapid
your humor’s no good your brains
are quite flaccid!

In response to Reena’s Xploration Challenge #317
Prompt Word: CHANGE

Seasons move across Mother’s face
emotions change from day to day
One day cheery and oh so bright
the next day brings storms and fright

Frozen tundra shapes her land
often leaves behind miles of sand
Over the dunes and to the sea
dolphins swim and seagulls squee

Seasons come and bring more snow
until Springtime comes lawns to mow
Change is good in the natural world
until mankind himself emerged

Into the night
spiraling out of sight
Darkness engulfs
the morning light

Within the blackened void
sucked into the Ancient’s loins
Alive and breathing never more
slip into the Universe rejoined

Light is gone into the depths
caught between unholy nets
Strings of consciousness release
break the bonds leave no regrets

Into the night to disappear
pain and heartache drown in tears
Cleanse the broken tortured soul
mind and body in arrears

Love’s bite

Sometimes pleasure

Oft times pain

A mousy mouse she was
frail by the standards
of conventional mouse culture

Her parents and peers in crude discourse with heavy sighs
proclaimed their disdain daily

The entire mischief of mice
with their squeaky micely voices
cut into her soul with steely edges

One tiny drip of a mouse tear garnishes her long eyelashes reflecting her inner glow to the one who watches

A wondrous cheesy smell penetrates the maze sitting at a curious angle
just outside the little mouse door

Forever hungry and dangerously
impetuous were the little mice from
the mischief behind the baseboards

The frailest of them all
in her soft lilting voice
called to them all they must halt

No one paid her heed
so she sat and watched in safety
the massive black cat on the prowl