I coloured my world today
my hands smeared in pastels
canary yellows
ripe peaches and cardinal ochres
pink from a flamingo sunrise
a passionate cerise
Splashed
an array of feisty blues
a flamboyant turquoise
a topaz tango
a twinkling periwinkle
Streaked it with
gold
contoured lilac smudges
lavender tipped edges
in custard pineapple floats
splattered emeralds, toned pistachio
fern greens with swift finger strokes
Tempered it with
muddy crusty earthy browns
rock coloured sandy mounds
reined in royal purple
the sensual blaze of a flaming sunset
the dark indigo of a gloaming sky
agate drops a few
a silver sliver of a crescent new

I coloured my world
with my eyes
my fingers, hands
my hues
just the way I wanted to

Set the clock behind a little
Allow the hands to move slow
Kiss the deep burgundy skies
And the sunrise's golden glow
Smile at the little ones
And those who come my way
Listen to the world around
What it has to say
Pluck away worried thoughts
Instead - hum forgotten songs
Doze a little, dance a little
Before the day is gone

These shores kissed now by poison lips
that speak of only love,
her mountains green ne’er trod by feet
sent here by God above.

Vexatious tongues rebuild her walls
and drown all those opposed,
that so each silenced thought destroyed
be as a coffin closed.

While men still talk of Nations
and plot with word and deed,
they anoint their aspirations
with blood of those who bleed.

In his new khaki pants
with his white boarding pass,
Ernest looked forward
to flying first class.
From Denver to Vegas
he'd waited so long
if you travel in style,
you cannot go wrong.

Greeted by stewerdesses
flashing sweet smiles,
he awaited the privelage
of saved flyer miles.
Not a cloud in the sky
as the plane took descent
Ernest quite comfortable,
pleased and content.

He chatted away,
with the woman behind him
when something she said,
seemed to remind him
of a love he once had
so young and so sweet!
She was just like eye candy,
indeed.... what a treat!

But Suzanne was not comfortable,
and so scared of flying.
She admitted to Ernest,
she really was trying!
It had taken such courage
to step on this plane,
she was two steps away
from taking the train.

They talked like old friends,
conversation came easy
when suddenly Ernest
began to feel queasy.
The moment had come,
he was living his dream
his trip of all trips,
his wonderful scheme.

He must take his eyes
from this beautiful face.
Remember his plans,
remember his place.
"Excuse me, dear lady, I'm not feeling well,"
he reached in his pocket
and felt for his cell.

He turned one more time
just to look in her eyes
for a moment just wishing,
to prolong the surprise.
In his mind he debated
just calling it quits
as his thumb slowly pushed,
and he blew them to bits.

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Winding staircases
leading to nowhere.
Ugly faces from high school
surrounding me
taunting me,
while I shiver in my underware.

I was spinning and falling,
yet never hitting bottom.
There were telephone conversations
with Cathy.
so clear
I could hear
every word...
as if she never passed.

Tick tick tick
that hideous tick.
In sync
with all my anxieties.
Sweet dreams replaced
with cigarettes
and a cold kitchen floor.

Three a.m. worries
slowly joining up
with the buzz buzz
buzz
signal to the never ending morning
a prison sentence
of daytime.

All of the squirrels had big bushy tails,
and legs that could practically fly!
They would swing from the trees,
doing just as they pleased
always laughing when Sammy crawled by.

Squirrels have short legs, that is certainly true,
but Sammy's were smaller then small.
They sure slowed him down,
and his face wore a frown,
how he longed to be bushy and tall!

Sam's tiny tail stayed tucked all the time,
he would hide it right under his tummy.
He had trouble running,
and though he was cunning,
his slowness sure made him feel crummy.

One hot summers day Sammy sat all alone,
as the other squirrels played in a tree.
And when daylight grew dim,
one squirrel fell from a limb,
so Sammy crawled over to see.

His scrawny brown tail was tucked under his belly,
his short stubby legs led the way.
In a hurry he went,
feeling tired and spent,
but he knew that he must save the day.

Sammy had taken a great many falls,
he knew how it felt to be hurt.
So without hesitation,
he forgot his frustration,
and he picked the squirrel up from the dirt.

As the other squirrels watched he did his good deed,
and you can imagine their shame!
For not one of them moved,
while Sammy had prooved
he had courage and strength, but no blame.

So remember, young friends, do not judge anyone.
Do not snicker or laugh at another.
Remember young Sam
and I am who I am,
and treat everyone like your brother.