More worry for the World

More worry for the World

The planet a squeeze ball

To release stress on how

It has become so small

Command center couches

Flight simulator drones

Red Barons, play stations 

So far from sticks and stones

Emotional objects

Emotional objects

Nine/eleven fountains

A Japanese garden 

Your mom’s kitchen mountains

Today and tomorrow 

The elements of time

Hope for justice and peace

That can turn on a dime

Jesus would have been woke

Jesus would have been woke

Crucifixes today

Are worn like swastikas

Christians have lost their way

Mega sized religion 

Can I get fries with that

Fast food to forgiveness

Diarrhea and shat

These verses are handprints

These verses are handprints 

They are not restricted 

The format of fingers

Are beyond descriptive 

The journey through windows

Universal blackness

We’re only limited

By our sense of lackness

In a competition

In a competition 

Nine children are racing

Born on a fast track where

Speed outperforms pacing

On the course then bleachers

Forfeited finish line

Not once awarded proud

Private victory mine

Still holding a ribbon (Foundling Hospital Textile Tokens)

Still holding a ribbon

Days at first and then years

I cannot collect you

Textile token and tears

A bright pink nearly white

A bow on my finger

Each of us has two rooms

Of a heart in linger

Complete excavation

Complete excavation 

The mining tools set down

All the stones discovered 

Nothing more to be found

A hole not worth digging

The overburden gone

No pits left to follow

Conserve the needed brawn

So many left hand turns

So many left hand turns

Acceptance and forgive

Regrets for not trying

Or words lost in the sieve

Opportunities gone

Choices poorly chosen

The efforts to keep peace

By remaining frozen

Wade with me the waves are

Wade with me the waves are

Gentle time caressing 

Horizon full of Hope

Hourglass sand addressing 

The sun and moon at work

Ships floating without sound

There for each other our

Overboard cargo found

Dreams kept in yesterdays

Dreams kept in yesterdays 

Clothes now out of fashion

Pristine and perfection

Slightly reduced passion

Hopes continue to shine

Light on in the kitchen

Again time to retire

Tomorrow will pitch in

Transparent as the moon

Transparent as the moon

On this bright afternoon

We cannot erase nouns

As for the verbs, too soon

Reaching for back pockets

For the object before 

The answers always here

Like the creak in the floor

Swirling into settle

Swirling into settle

Clouds covering the sky

Large raindrops falling on

The sped up passerby

Owls inch closer to trunks

Safety not for granted

The heavens release and

The passerby panted

Silence sings its own song

Silence sings its own song

Ribbon melody thought

Nighttime has many shades

Levels of light and naught 

Faces are a timepiece 

Expressions a second

The hours for attention 

Worry wrinkles beckon

Whistle through a rainstorm

Whistle through a rainstorm 

Weather without control

Accepting gravity

Not a box, be a ball

Out here in elements 

The robins in relish

Living a celebrate

Without an embellish 

In love with a goodness

In love with a goodness

Authentic kindness roots

Excuse me and thank you

Sorry for muddy boots

Considerate and true

A healthy self promote

Trying to make better

With empathy emote

In a private lament

In a private lament

Snagged on a twilight star

Buried in passing clouds

The heart that felt too far

Feet in Antarctica 

And head in the Arctic

Soul on the equator 

Compassion cathartic 

In the ordinary

In the ordinary 

The love of the simple

The threads in a button

Landscapes with a dimple

The beauty of hand made

The hope of a mere glance

Happy thoughts we carry

The success side of chance

Childhoods are up for sale

Childhoods are up for sale

In these aisles of antiques

Cookie jars, dishes, Life

Magazines and Newsweeks

Dolls staring like orphans

In strange abandonment

Security cameras’

Parental management

The melancholy's blooms

The melancholy’s blooms

Have the scent of bedsheets 

The oversized sweaters

Of lambswool and soft bleats

The arguments with self

That aren’t unanimous 

These letters to the World

Patterns in randomness 

Light flashes can’t be seen

Light flashes can’t be seen

Explosions can’t be heard

New movies are streaming

And summer sports have blurred 

Market roller coasters

Insiders have no fear

Sailors wanting to jump

Because the end’s not near

Everyone a teacher

Everyone a teacher

The Overwhelm of learn

The hands full and empty

Much held yet more to yearn

Truth not distant mountains

White daisies in the yard

A seat at the table

In our one act play starred

Time is visible here

Time is visible here

It both grows and ages

Off of the canvas it

Is still turning pages

Day after day passing

Tangents merely touching

But concentric rings are

Expanding and muching 

The World is seeping in

The World is seeping in

It seems to never sleep

The sadness and its joys

Not long for us to keep

We press on and hold hands

Make it better for few

Why must we be strangers

We grow old yet seek new 

The golden light is near

The golden light is near

Impressionistic paint

Like a stained glass window 

Or halo of a saint

The sycamores waiting

Crickets and katydids

Provide the swan song for

The summer and its kids

Remember Vietnam

Remember Vietnam

Draft numbers by birthday

Happy to thoughts and prayers

Candle wish to mayday

Random numbers decide

Is my brother listed

Who wins this lottery

Emotions all twisted

In a lake of thoughts

In a lake of thoughts

Ontario for now

In the plunge for meaning

Beyond the present bow

Intimacy changing

Still sharing the one coat

Patinas of aging

And the feelings that float

Brown pelicans diving

Brown pelicans diving

Like crashing kites on sand

The must of survival 

Fragility of and

The genetics of us

Elephant memory

Even in our sleep we

Sense our nest family

A steel plate and traffic

A steel plate and traffic

Like a stethoscope sound

Irregular heartbeat

Cars rushing to leave town

Holding breath at red lights 

Like a swimming pool dive

On green lights they surface

With a random honk, drive

Ali’s pebbles pressure

Ali’s pebbles pressure

In both of these worn shoes

Days are passing through with

Moments stale of old news

Whirlwinds growing quicker

New York minutes a snap

Yet Sunday afternoons 

Still carving out a nap

Culmination countdown

Culmination countdown

Yet formative years here

A better us waiting

On the outskirts of fear

A Sunday together

Answers in sharing space

Safely finding resolve

Mere strides we can out pace