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.

Thunderstorms

One of those days to
Stay in — brilliant bolts
Of lightning uncover
Everything. The thunder
Shakes God’s creatures
Large and small. To
Finish it off come the
Torrential rains washing
Away the evil.

Springtime

After a long winter
The season life loves
Arrives known as
Spring. Green sprouts
Pop up on bushes and
Trees, marigolds are
Everywhere. The
Natural world wakes
Up and all living
Things rejoice.

Horses

Horses have been around
Far longer than humans.
These magnificent creatures
Are loved by everyone, by
Children especially. Their
Gentle natures don’t hide
Their awesome strength.
It is rare to find someone
Who doesn’t love horses.

Locked Unit

no track of time

entombed darkly

faint sticky sounds

impending nudge through

pop slimy gooey squeeze

down to dirt city with

barbed wire godless creatures

dragged into a locked unit

I’m stripped of everything

except my clothes and a

shred of dignity and thoughts

they won’t let me see the stars

I don’t dare tell them I’m a poet

if they know, the subhuman

soultakers would subvert the truth