pawn shop man
call off your goon
i think we
better settle
i offered you
my gold doubloon
you said it
was base metal
you told me that
my silver spoon
was iron
like this kettle
pawn shop man
i think that soon
you’re going to
test my mettle
–image by gemini
if we are all one,
then that ‘one’ is singular
and truly alone–
despite how things may appear,
you are the only one here.
–image by gemini
we had crashed on an alien world,
our ship was beyond all repair,
and though we had prayed for our rescue,
we knew we weren’t going anywhere.
*
years after we’d made this our home,
a scouting ship spotted our lair,
and though we had prayed for our rescue,
we knew we weren’t going anywhere.
–image by ai
i am the cosmos;
like every piece of it,
i contain the whole–
my mind and the cosmos are
holographic in nature
–image by gemini
if you are a nature lover,
remember, as a human,
you are cutting-edge
stuff in nature–
so mysterious,
you border on
magical.
you.
–image by ai
cageless, my spirit
flies untethered
ageless, my soul is
wise but weathered
my spirit flitters
here and there
never settling
anywhere
my soul remains
within my heart–
yet soul and spirit
never part
–image by istock
the sun is a point in the cosmos,
the earth, but a mere speck of dust,
and i’m a small ant on that anthill
just doing the small things that i must.
***
and so the whole thing makes me wonder,
here, in my minuscule home:
if i should jot down some small verses,
then what is the size of that poem?
***
Is it as big as the cosmos,
or infinitesimally small?
perhaps when it comes to poetry,
the truth is that one size fits all.
–photo not by me
pets are good for us–
my cat keeps an old man from
talking to himself
–image by ai
taking in an old dog, whose owner had died,
i was told that he rarely took her outside,
so i tore off her collar and threw it away,
and we went on adventures day after day.
and though she was here for only two years,
i think of her now and it brings me to tears,
but deep in my heart, i am forever glad
that i gave her the best years she’d ever had.
–image by ai
in the dark
before the dawn
eos slips
her mantle on
and madmen dance
out on the lawn
spin, scuttle, clop
for in the light
a toothless grin
or sunken eye
or drooling chin
betrays the madness
deep within
spin, scuttle, clop
and as the damning
daylight spreads
they waltz their way
back to their beds
to dance all day
inside their heads
spin, scuttle, clop
–image by ai
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