Guardians of the Gate

The guardians stand at the
Wrought iron gate to make
Sure no unwanted people
Try to tear down this
Harmonious lifestyle that
Exists within this gated
Community. The guards are
Like soldiers defending their
Way of Life.

Pure Love

Spread your arms,
Lift off
Rise above,
Clear the treetops.
I will meet you
Just below
The clouds. We
Will embrace,
Kiss each
Other. Our pure
Love, no
Strings attached.

Stings

My famished soul, where are you,
What transformed us into
Creatures–could it be we live with
The scorpions? All I have is the sting
In my tail. Otherwise, I associate with
Most anybody who is friendly to me.

Bob Forehead

Bob always had a large
Forehead. He was used to
It, since it was a family trait.
People would comment
About it, but usually not in
A derogatory way. He
Convinced people he was
Pretty smart.