r - Hello Poetry

r Jun 2014

Lazy me.

Still in last night's Rust Never Sleeps T and boxers. Unshaven. Hair pointed in cardinal directions while blue sky frowns down upon me for smokin' up its air.

Mockingbirds playing the guess me game again. Bluebird splashes in the bath giving me a subtle hint.
Mr. Cardinal and Blue Grosbeak
compliment each other on their choice
of colors.

Yellow and Orange daylilies compete
in their own beauty pageant while hibiscus shares her flowers with bees.

Humminbird humming a happy song.

My sweet mutt Daisy is embarrassed to be sitting out here beside me.

Time to go in and let nature bask again.

r ~ 6/15/14

\•/\
| Lazy day.
/ \

r Jun 2014

Guitar from Qatar

Gonna move to Qatar
ride in a gold Beemer
playin' songs for the Emir
on a ruby studded guitar.

Live in a silver highrise
go skiing in the desert
eat caviar for desert
singin' about the disenfranchised
and ruby studded guitars.

I'll be an expat in Doha
drinkin' with the monarchy
speakin' absolute malarkey
playin' tunes for all my brohas
on my ruby studded guitar
in Qatar.

r ~ 6/14/14

Wikicheats: In Standard Arabic, the name is pronounced ˈqɑtˤɑr, while in the local dialect it isˈɡitˤar.

#qatar

r Jun 2014

In the mirror

I had a father,
he was a kind man.
I'm not the kind of man
he was.

I try hard,
sometimes I fail.
I still look for him
in the mirror.

He fought two wars;
didn't make him strong.
He did that on his own;
he fought his own wars.

Looking back
now that he's gone,
I have to stop and wonder
what was in the water.

My old man
was the kind of man
that someday I hope to see
in the mirror.

r ~ 6/14/14

\●/\
| My old man. Happy Father's Day.
/ \

r Jun 2014

Beneath an Algonquian Moon

Rubies glistening
'neath light of the moon
as rabbits feast
and children sleep
'midst dreams
of a strawberry morning.

r ~ 6/13/14

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   |     Algonquian tribes called the June
  / \    full moon a Strawberry Moon
           because it coincides with the best
           time to pick the fruit. The last
           Strawberry Moon to fall on a
           Friday 13 occurred in 1919.
           Farmers Almanac

r Jun 2014

Another step along the way

Trying to think of something wise
to pass along to you, my son
on this most important day
Remembering things my father said to me
that you've been practicing for years
Reflecting on those things
that I have learned from you
Those things that you have taught me
Those things that make you you
Those things you do that make me proud

You have taught me how to love unconditionally
How to be a father
How to be a better me
How to be a man to make you proud
So, son, just keep on doing
what you have been so good at doing
Be you as you take this next big step along your journey.

Congratulations to my awesome Son, Noah, on this his High School graduation day. Eighteen years he's been teaching me how to be a Dad

r Jun 2014

Nana in the Morning

O,
to be
Manet
with Nana
on that morning
before the stroke
of brush did touch
her cheeks with blush
of immoral immortality.

r ~ 6/11/14

\•/\
|. Edouard Manet 1832-1883
/ \

r Jun 2014

Wasp wings and other dark things

Peering through a wasp's wing
at shadows on the wall
Hear the whispered whimper
echo down the hall
Glass thump of bone and feathers
against the bedroom window
Motes of darkness floating
to air a moldy winnow
Creak of standing knees
rise in opioid haze
To wander past the shadows
and sniff of death's bouquets.

r ~ 6/11/14

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| darkdarkdarkdarkdarknesssss
/ \