(I am not sponsored by this great Texas Truck Stop Gas Station, Buc-ee’s, they just inspired this poem, with my greatest respect.) Buc-ee’s the King & Queen of bathrooms, If you want a room all to yourself, Pleasent in every manner, Wide enough to enjoy yourself, And have a coffee after, Maybe some jerky will…
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OVERCAST WITH RAIN
Pitter, patter, dapper, the sound of the rain all a-splatter, It comes down, in torrent’s, Drowning out the day a cold hazy fog, Permanent comes to mind, The wet ground, filled to the brim with sky water. One’s breath a cloud of smoke in response to the chill. Sitting in the sun room, Sipping a…
A PLEASENT MEAL
A bit of butter, A little love, Massage it and make it tender, Cook it on the stove, Let it simmer, As the scent lingers above, Serve it hot as it shimmers, The juices fragrant and alive, Tantalizing our taste buds, For that first bite.
Oh Sleep, Why Do You Allude Me So?
Sleep alludes the strong and weak, At the most inconvenient times during the week. Tired and strung out on caffeine, To move the daily grind machine.
BREAD IN A DESERT?
Stones unturned lay scattered around, As the two walk through the desert, Hungry and exhausted, The sun bearing down, Wishing for some bread to eat, Temptation awaiting in the heat, A Devil’s whisper, “You only need to use your power.” A holy answer, “Be gone from me.”
A.M. LOVE
My partner is at her most beautiful, Early in the morning, When her hair is tussled, And her make-up sits on the bathroom counter, Her face clean, With a gorgeous smile, Enticing me to kiss her, I bask in her unpainted beauty, Giving thanks to whatever god deemed us to be.
MOTHER NATURE
What is life without adventure, I can’t imagine being unable to enjoy Mother Nature, What would life be like without her, I can’t imagine being unable to hear the birds sing in there lofty trees.
APPLE PIE
Slice, slice, slice, Apples plopped into a bowl, Cinnamon and sugar, spice, All mixed up nice, Poured into the awaiting crust, Baked up nice and tender, Crust golden and crispy, Taste buds yearning, To taste the sweet apple treat.
HAY STACKS ARE FOR OLD LOVERS
Her hair grey like an overcast day, Enchanting me with her sly smile, As we hide away in the hay, Like young lovers on the sly. We huddle in a pile, Carressing each other, Hushing our whispers, As we enjoy our secret smiles.
RETURN TO MOTHER EARTH
Cast away into the field, I lay here decaying, My life expectancy long past, Yielding my flesh to Natures grasp. Stripped away of my newness, That my old owner so adored, I knew my usefulness wouldn’t last, And now, as predicted, I lay here dying under duress from the wind and sun. Here my grave…
