— A serious limerick It’s said lady justice is sightless To what? is the question we write less She should be objective Instead, she’s deceptive And sometimes she’s just downright spineless By sex, race, and power, she’s blinded Her discourse so clearly one-sided She discounts the weakened Those close to the deep-end To their…

Have you seen it? The feather, buoyed by a gust Fluttered down and then it rose Floating with the leaves and dust And settling lightly on her nose A single feather in the breeze Avoiding power lines and trees She trapped the feather in her hand A single feather, black and…

Where have you found unexpected beauty? I sought for beauty wide and far I caught her scent in smile and scar And but a glimpse did satisfy My ravenous beholder’s eyes I found her in dry elusive winds That tickled and assuaged my skin She sparkled in pure tumbling snow That glistening blanketed…

Prompt Poetry: “All is not lost as long as you have hope.” — Depression has an antonym That antonym is hope Not happiness or merriment For fleeting is their glow Hope emboldens countenance It whispers “this will pass” The laden black can’t overwhelm As long as hope outlasts We, humans, are resilient things We lumber on through trials We weather squalls and misery As long as…

I don’t have time for subtitles, dangit! — In my day — I woke up around two to feed them — the cows That’s not two in the P.M., like you slack youngsters now Breakfast wasn’t fancy, with toast, eggs, and muffins I ate plain oats, hear me now, and black prunes by the dozen My clothing — not silk suits or…