The heavens spill forth across the land,

The lake’s glass surface ruptures in turmoil

As the sky moans and strikes out in pain.

Loud and disturbing, but calming as well,

For it washes clean the pollen and grunge

And renews the grass and flowers alike.

Slowly the storm recedes, the sky returns blue

And winged creatures take flight once more.

April 30, 2022 – DRM

Let your touch linger on my skin longer,

Hold me in your arms, make me stronger,

Cover me with kisses from head to toe,

Carry my name on your tongue just so.

Let’s walk on powdery sands

And explore aspen stands

With our hands interlaced forever more.

April 28, 2022 – DRM

There once was a girl from Florida,

Troubleshooting problems with the best-of-dem

They tried to reboot.

Nothing, shoot!

She rolled her eyes and cried lawr-Ee-duh!

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It doesn’t quite rhyme, but limericks are awful anyway and it’s late. Some bad poetry! Haha!

Little wrens take shelter under the eaves,

While the rain drizzles and taps the roof.

The air fills with freshness from new leaves,

While a crisp breeze makes us aloof.

Run out into the rain and start to dance,

Let the drops soak our hair and skin,

Let’s get lost in our own romance,

Let’s be children unaware of original sin.

Let’s bloom again into beautiful flowers,

All the while enjoying spring showers.

April 26, 2022 – DRM

A sweet little fairy drifts along the flowers,

Enjoying the lilies blooming by the lake.

Her doe eyes flutter as she watches birds.

A smile so wide no one could fake.

Streams of light catch in her wings

As she takes flight with the butterflies

She can’t help but start to sing

The deer looks up, pauses and sighs.

Her song just shows so much glee,

But, see, our little sprite is way off key!

April 25, 2022 – DRM

A little imp frolicked in the forest,

Playing in the babbling stream,

bouncing across the rocky shore,

Not a care in the world on his shoulders.

He flirted with the butterflies,

Batting his big but not bashful eyes,

And danced in the streams of light.

Dance precious little imp, dance,

And enjoy your life ever more.

She almost grown now, more adult than child;

I remember you were nervous before she arrived;

But I knew you would be a good dad

Long before she came into your life.

Look at her now, how she has grown.

Sure, she may be a little awkward at times,

But honestly, what teenager isn’t?

So keep on guiding her, and loving her,

And watching her grow into a young lady,

Knowing you’re doing all you can

And that others know you to be

A great father and a good man.

Eyes on fire, burning and red,

is it allergy season again?

Or too much screen time,

Work continuing, never ending?

She longs for an overdue escape

Somewhere outdoors, disconnected,

Mountains, lake, or beach, anywhere

Anywhere fresh air can bring relief.

Hopefully a respite arrives soon,

Or she shall go mad in this endless cycle.

April 22, 2022 – DRM

Look at me with your probing eyes,

Though I might not be much to look at.

Gently caress my shoulders,

Show me that I am desired,

That I am worth something to you.

Make me tremble with your touch.

Hear my heart, beating through my chest,

Read my face and know my every want.

Exhale softly revealing your needs

Then pull me in, closer than ever before,

Make me know I am forever yours.

April 21, 2022 – DRM

The lady and her Earl, sitting side by side

In a manicured garden with nothing to hide

Surrounded by lavender and citrus high

Along with just a hint of vanilla so shy.

The skies a brilliant blue with no clouds above,

And distant chirps of birds and coos of a dove.

Never had they felt something so true…

When upon the wind they heard I Love You…

April 20, 2022 – DRM