elegant moon

elegant moon
shining brightly room to room
simply spun to stare would stun
soon tomorrow rising sun
blond as beach bleached in strands
hot sand extend the curve and bend
humid air cool a savage scorch
timid synthetic awning cover porch
rolling fire pit throw fit
the torrid sun sizzle sidewalk grit
the fault a steamy assault
concrete crack with skill
the truant trudge of tired will
smelt melt
in rubber sole expel
burnt umber the color encumbered
dark that isn’t pale

luc-warm to boiling
the pot too hot to grip the lid
of handling
the soup is of good stock
lady lifting ladle languish
in haste the taste like paste
bland don’t waste the rest
say grace to grimace grumbling
bumble bee is comfort
peas and carrots tender
catch a fish on a hook
heart rendering
feed loved one roasted onion
and potato
alone mutter
saffron rice black tea on ice
apron strings preserve such thing
the fruit will bring love
a family toast a twinge
then back on the road again
I’ll give you what I can
always been a fan
what’s cooking in the pan
biscuit for your apple butter jam.

regardful of the past

you were a million little girls
they dressed you up in cuffs and ribbons
an Arbor Day celebration
offered in a dilapidated treehouse

insightful sleek musician
regardful of the past
responsible decision
as marked by years of wisdom
consider all the witness
in the fitness of an hourglass

surely purely cure the vow
do not kill a baby chick
never eat a cow

cook the root vegetables
stewed fresh fruit in jars
mango is delectable
as is the sweetest peach
remote-all your prayer and preach

and if you need a meat
beans are firm and sweet
good hearts good hearts regards
I love you
for the older days
and happy is
a most unusual bond

important step
as romaine is a God
I’ll have you know
that the cigarette
is no more air to charm
for we are all one God
to find ones self most fond.


when the painting keeps you from fainting
paintbrush in the hand
hand me down from mama
and the intrepid man
slight of hand
onions around the lamb
makes me feel so humble
truth is that I can
right the wrongs of stumble
across the crooked land
cook for me a summer feast
sweet the orange yam
counterfeit a smile
for everything I am
to look on till tomorrow
for love is felt more than
the swelter of a lie
may helpers never die
remembered Queenie’s apple pie
a flaky a crust am I.