His name was Jack Pine
And he died for our sins;
Still he stands there in line
With his wires and pins.
While other trees ’round
Freely reach for the sky,
He is lashed to the ground
Without roots and bone-dry.
There once came a day
When his wires went dead
For man found a way
To use cell phones instead;
Still he stands there in line
As a new age begins–
His name was Jack Pine
And he died for our sins.
–photo by me
the only thing worse
than a snake in the grass is
two snakes in the grass
–photo by me
when i was young, i tried to find
a portal to another time,
as it was shown on our tv–
a temporal anomaly.
well, now i’m old and don’t recall
the journey to this place at all;
how did i get here today–
a portal, or the usual way?
–photo by me
though flowers
are terrestrial,
their powers
are celestial
–photo by me
on my walk today
i came face to face
with mother nature herself
in the colorful blossom
of a roadside wildflower,
and yes, she’s a crazy old lady
in an outrageous costume–
just as i suspected.
–photo by me
your world made sense
until someone came along
who made all kinds of waves–
now everything is wrong,
yet before you deem
this person unsuitable,
be sure they’re not making
your world more beautiful
–photo by me
i read some greek mythology
and now i clearly see
the naiads in the river
and the dryads in the trees
–photo by me
she wasn’t meant to turn
out drop-dead gorgeous,
yet her features are
arranged in such a way,
that they truly seem to
compliment each other
like the flowers in a
beautiful bouquet.
–photo by me
I dreamed of a big black bird
Hovering o’er the trees,
And when I woke, I wondered
If it had been an omen,
For long ago I’d heard
That a big black bird in dreams
Means one’s about to blunder–
Especially with a woman.
It’s true: I’d made a date
With a woman I’d just met
But I swear on my life
That it went against my heart,
And yet it’s not too late
To call it all off yet–
For I promised my late wife
That till death do us part.
–Photo by me
I don’t know why they call him that
He doesn’t fish, he’s not a cat
But what he should get credit for
Is being a bad-ass predator
He’s ruthless, and he likes to dine
On snowshoe hare and porcupine–
No, I wouldn’t call him that
The truth is he would eat my cat
–Photo by me
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