Pencils

Have you a knack for sharpening pencils?
Few can do it right.
Without patience and know-how
you’ll break the thin graphite.

Do you like the sound of scribble?
It sure takes you back to school
Headteachers seemed so frightening
The big boys seemed so cool.

Do you remember playing softball
On a waspy summers day?
Precious moments leave behind
Memories that stay.

Lifetime

Fill this world without apology
(you’re going to fill it anyway)
Tread this earth with wonder and curiosity
(you’re going to tread it anyway)

Create beauty, mend the cracks
(you’re going to do something anyway)
Enjoy your time here; smile, sing, play
(the time will pass anyway)

Attempt what thrills you, fills you, scares you
(you’re going to meet failure anyway)
Become someone you wish to be around
(you’re going to become someone anyway…
you’re going to be around you everyday)

Use this advice
to move through your life
with happiness and ease.
Or do as you please!

Right Now

Right Now: a place in which to stay
Right Now: a blessing and a curse
Right Now: the only truthful way
Right Now could be better // Right Now could be worse.

prakriti

spiritual being
wonderful soul
what are you made of?
what’s in your bowl?
is it fire and water?
is that your pair?
or water and earth?
or space and air?
what blend of nature
can you claim?
what is your substance?
what is your name?

in between

spark of sunrise
widening eyes
lemon-brightened
calm and deep
not yet drenched
in recollection
of life before my sleep.

Sleep

Sleep came a’knocking
at my door
guiding me out
of the busy bright
I protested, I followed
once more, once more
into the darkness
into the night.

Hair Horror

Today, Monday 21st March 2022, is World Poetry Day. Today, Monday 21st March 2022, I went to the hairdresser. Due to these two occasions, allow me to share this melodramatic poem I wrote a few years back.

Damn! My hair is in my tea
My fringe is thick, I cannot see
My blindness makes the fact no lesser;
A meeting due with my hairdresser.

I calm my mind, yet drag my feet
to Treenie Todd on Torture St.
Who wields her scissors like a gun
It’s sharp hot weapons versus none.

I brace the armrests of the chair
Through packaged teeth, I wince and swear
Till head feels light, it’s time to go
Oh blasted hair, why must you grow?