A striking beauty
No painter could master
No camera could capture
Only the eyes of the one who
Truly loved her
Could see the true beauty
That she really was

I wake up
Like a paycheck
Already spent and taxed

No shelter
No in
No place
Some people’s shelter in place
Is right where they are
Sleeping, sitting, standing
In a ***** coat

Take away our hugs
Take away our greeting
Take away our gathering
Take away our meeting

Smiling was still
Acceptable
It will be ok
Giving hope for today

Now masking our face
With a fake guise
I will now have to learn
To smile with my eyes

Dr Metaphor
Why do I feel like garbage?
Should I just take myself out?
Kick myself to the curb

Of course not
Maybe you should try recycling
There are still good things in you
That can become priceless treasures

Mr. T to Mrs. T:
“What month comes after March?”
Mrs. T responded:
“April fool!”

Some days my mind process
Is like bubbly cooking oatmeal
Add some sugar for sweetness

Some days my mind process
Is the empty cardboard container
Am I supposed to recycle this?

Deja vu
Did you invite her?
I didn’t
She showed up anyway
So strange
Next time mix it up
And invite
What’s her name?
Jamais vu

Broken being
Fissures ran deep
Scars awakened
Touching the shock nerves
Scars not inherited
But forced upon you
Without looking
Searing loss branded
Stable pain healing
Permanent marker
Scars matching
Different,  yet the same

Can the
Language of love
Be lost
In translation
If it’s not
The language
You dream in?

Dwelling on pleasant memories
To hide from the here and now

A coping strategy
Who knew?

The now will always be here
Participate or not

Nostalgia also knows the game
Of hide and seek

We
might
as
well
play

My happiest place on earth
Isn’t where the giant mouse is
It’s laying next to you
Where restful breathing lives

Touching
Inhaling
Exhaling

Come back
We miss
You

This mission called life
As we know it
Things we took for granted
Have been scrubbed
Literally

Thrilled to see the
Painted Lady flying free
In the sunshine
Showing off colors
Wherever they wanted to go
No worries in the world
Simply innocent
Flying in circles
I swear I heard them chatting
In cute high pitched voices
Saying hi hello hi hello
Courting mates
Enjoying their nectar
Going to a better place
I hope you make it I waved
Little cosmopolitan
It was a bright highlight
To my day

Let me follow you all over
And be nosey better than Rover
Let me see what you have
I will get all cozy on your lap
Let me get all up in your face
My whiskers poke your space

Let me lick your feet and toes
You know you like my cold nose
Let me eat my scrumpchies
They fill up my tummy
Let me play with flinky pamingo
I go where she goes

Let me see the cheep cheeps
I wanna catch one with my teeth
Let me hide from the mower
And oh no not the blower
Let me see who’s coming at the gate
In case I need to decide my fate

Let me give you bites
They leave imprints so light
Let me play with water
I’m the mamas daughter
Let me sleep on your bed
For a short nap of my head

I know you will let me
Do all these things I bet
For as long as I live
As long as I can give
Im here for the pets

If I had wings to fly
I would go far and thrive
I wouldn’t need a car
Because birds can’t drive

Hate shallowly
Where no roots can grow
Love deeply
So all your roots will show

Sweet date night my love
Hope the melons were ripe
The stolen kisses are in my pocket
For sneaks later to consume
Our smiling eyes above our masks
Told each other
What we needed to hear
From here to all the way over there
There's never a shortage of
Love moods
Holding you close
In the baked goods
If I get sick
You get sick
Our vows cover this
I will disinfect
And push the cart
Instead of pushing the
Envelope of risk
Protecting us from doom
Our grocery date nights
Will now be via Zoom

You are

the meatballs

in my wedding soup

I’ll be

the noodles

She has a cream cheese exterior
Smooth and silky
Glistening in the 4 o’clock hour
Her claws have power
Bites me as I pretend cower
I make her dance with me
Says she’s my comfort
Begs me to let her go
Hugs and love noooo
Gives me a quick kiss
And returns for more
She’s asleep now
Irresistible to see
I just can’t resist
I hug her again
Then she bites me
And grabs my hand
As I yell “YOU'RE SO MEAN”!

Digging for gold
Used to be
Extremely hazardous
To your health

It still is

Microscopic

Yet So

Macroscopic

I wonder how our
Love story will end?
Who said it had to have an end?

(Probably some jealous poet)

Your soothing
Reading voice
Is my sleep potion
Of choice