Change

Pump up that music old one.
Soft tissue turning firm.

Pitch those shuffle-worn slippers
For Boots bravery can affirm.

Take away downy comforts
Snatch life before it goes.

Ancient ones who realize this
Not only smell the rose.

Build it Up

Your courage is within
My grandmothers reply.

Please listen to us
This life don't deny.

Let it happen as it will
No harm to be done.

Keep plunging Ahead.
Keep your face to the sun.

Plant to bloom

Some seeds need periods of cold
To sprout.

Some Souls require space in order
To branch out.

Seeds and souls both,
Can have roots that reach deep.

And in both its what you do sow
That you reap.

Snow gets in the way

Cooped-up, stir crazy
Ready to BURST!

A walking you go
Aside the one coerced

Sudden fresh air
Legs in motion for once

Slip, BOOM fall
Klutz you big dunce

Back at the abode
A-blur, fever to chills

Blanket, get puke bowl
Castor oil, all the frills.

Snowstorm evening

Calling Dr. Seuss

Toil, be part of
Our society

Work a corporate job
Get notoriety!

Your duty complete
No qualms do make

This "they" preach
You mustn't forsake

You'd rather not?
Or just preferred

Your drummers calling?
Go join the Herd!

Talk about

Turn off the t.v.

                               and pull up a chair

Do you want to talk,

                            do you even care?

How about plans

                           What about goals?

I have some schemes

                                         would you like to hear those?

You want a project,

                         to work on a car.

My pick is land

                               it won't have to be far

We can conspire together

                                 Will it happen that way?

I'd love to find out

                          what do you say?

What does she DO all day?

They that ask 

must know it seems

She sews, she paints

She works on Dreams!

Where's the mu-la

Indolent Sloth?

They wonder Aloud

As she smooths some cloth

Her eyes she squints

Her thoughts she sees

The others can't know

What Dreamers heed.

You reach an age where the body becomes an interference

Joints like timber

Jut and creak

Skin like sandpaper

Pores that reek!

Wire brush hair

Color tarnished

Nails that bend

Ridges once varnished

This shelter wails of better days.

Must straighten

Tighten, use all ways

Restore the surface

Work in the oil

Use all the tools

Paint to foil.

Wax gets on my fingers

Day of rest

Being Blessed.

Working days

Filled in haze

Time between

Passing as dreams

What to do with

What your left?

Knit, Knit, Knit!

Fingers deft.

Netflix

Documentary watched

A kabbutz commune...

Love to labor

Muscle and vigor!

Natural living

All in tune...

Blinders in place

Blocks the sight,

Of future collapse

Due to worldly delights!

Sun-shining February day

Blue willow cup stained

With memory of teas past

Alight writing hand

Paper now to sass!

Winter-blues gone

At least in this hour

Counting on a full cup

And only to flower.