Poem 289: Raspberry Picking

Each raspberry, full of pulp

slides across my tongue

each capsule's sweetness then explodes

as if savory rhythms are being sung

And just when I think nothing could 

make a sweater mouth of cheer

a joyful sour slithers in 

sending shivers to my ears

Poem 288: Seeing Double

No matter which direction I look

I see double-double.

When I'm given choices, and look closer

every double doubles.

I am left, then, in these instants 

to think double, double hard.

But once I had, I wish I hadn't

for it makes the doubles double.

Poem 287: Oops.

Oops
it happened
once again;
your arms entwined with mine.
And I in comfort
melt and fade
closed my eyes
and choose to stay.

Poem 286: Broken Will

So often as she stood to run

her knees would both give out

her ankles roll, her heart would hurt

her head would thump, her eyes feel sore.

Still other times, she'd goal to move

and her path would be blocked tight

all doors would close, all sight go black

but determination never lacked.

She'd always stand to try again

and run up to the door

she'd knock, she'd plead

she'd push, she'd pull

she'd try as hard as all I know

and sometimes, with a little prayer

the path would become clear

but for some time, all had stood still

no matter how she willed

And then one day she looked around 

and saw for years she hadn't changed

that's when her mind began to soften 

and her will was brought to shame

That day she was defeated

by the obstacles before

that had blocked her in and kept her locked

and not freed her to roam.

So trapped inside her cage she lay

a tiger in despair

her mind now predicted failure

and her heart embraced her fears

But rest assured, those who stand up 

and fight for those so meek

she'll be refreshed and stand again

like a child on God's feet.

Poem 285: Butt Dial

I'm calling you to simply say: 

please ignore the message I left.

It seems that my butt must have dialed my phone.

Such a talented butt I do own!

Poem 284: Six Years Between

There's six years in between them two

one is ten, the other four

there's wisdom found in years traversed

but love has opened doors

it's entered into hearts once closed

and as they've both been told

the six years in between them two

will seem small, when they're old

There's six years in between them two

and maybe one month more

they cannot love so young in age

but each other they adore

so as their age grows higher up

eighteen and twenty-four

the difference is no longer great

and hesitation stands no more

There's six years in between them two

"that's not too bad" some say

but suddenly one's life is many 

distances away.

Those six years in between them are

a rock wall to be climbed

the time and aged maturity

no longer remains fine.

There's six years in between them two

lovers they'll never be

but friendship stands when all else fades

making strong hearts from the weak.

Poem 283: Minecraft

You build your house out of lava and stone

I build mine in the mud

You plant a garden a thousand blocks wide

mine's 12 stones plus 1

You have the makings for gold, ore and dye

I'm excited to find that I haven't yet died

but dear brother of mine, being behind is just fine

as long as all zombies are gone!

Poem 282: Snowflakes in July

I  s
   l
    i
     p
      p
        e
          d

and fell d
            o
            w
            n
a GIANT waterfall of summertime
into a H     E  
            OL
of sandy beaches, river trips, BBQs and
s                    es
 mi            ac
      ling  f
reminding me
of yesterdays gone by, snowflakes                             
and the sta
                rry  nights of  winter's  C
                                               hrist
                                             mastim
                                                  e.

Poem 281: Down to the River

Down to the river

buckets of sand

castles to build

bodies to tan

Down to the river

arm fulls of wood

music to play

hot dogs to cook

Down to the river

baskets of clothes

socks to be cleaned

stains to be soaked

Down to the river

hearts full of prayers

Bibles to read

songs to be heard

Down to the river

bags stuffed with treats

blankets to spread

picnics to eat

Down to the river

now full of folks

enjoying the quiet

amongst all the noise

Poem 280: Chess

You:  strong and planted

firm in thought

Me: ready for defeat

You: aimed and thinking

forming plots

Me: arranging my retreat

And then with one move 

our roles switch

for you just lost your queen

 I lift my chin

you hang your head

Check Mate dear king

you're dead!