Wicked Wordplay

Mischievous malice
Unleashed upon unwitting souls
Wrought wilful wreckage

He died alone

The old man weeping
While ever closer creeping
Death came a reaping

A long day in the saddle

Finished; head hung low
My endurance defeated;
Body depleted

DIY my %@$!

Seemingly simple
And really more art than skill
Still... mine looks like crap

Tread carefully

Jealous is the love
Whose desire is neglected
For another’s want

Gone but not forgotten

Giving goose bumps rise
Like cold wind on a damp day
Memories of you

And then it was gone

Her hopes plummeting
As the last chance she clings to
Slips her weakened grasp

Chillin’ on the back porch

Watching wispy clouds
Floating lazily by me
On a summer’s eve

The flood

The turbulent force
Rolls mercilessly forward
Death behind its wake

Very, very frightening

Blue tendrils streaking
Across dark and angry skies
C R A S H !     P O P !     S I Z Z L E !     C R A C K !

Steamy season

Summer’s heat rolls in
On the heels of a short Spring
Sweltering and hot

Father’s Day

Though he may not know
He taught me by his actions
Mentored without show

Canvas of the ages

Most call them wrinkles
I fancy Time an artist
Etching lines of life

The big guarantee in life

Old age marches on
The feet of time stomping by
With naught to stop it

Another perspective

To see more clearly
Try looking through other’s eyes;
Learn their point of view

Reaching out

Extend the olive branch
To your fellow man, receive
Inner peace and cheer

No turning back

The friendship now marred
Stained by foolish aggression
And obdurate pride

Lost

No light at the end
Just dark endless catacombs
She seeks to escape

Finishing my first triathlon

Every year I age
Aches and pains more prominent
Strains more dominant

Similar fuse / opposite affects

Love and fights both start
When passion builds to tempest
And boiling point reached

Beyond empty?

Blank slate is one thing
But what to do with a void
That won't be filled

Stop and smell what?

Always hurrying
Slow down... be hit from behind
Never enough time

Let it go

Holding the bygone
Tortures the soul; pique should be
Released not fostered

Too much for too little

Excessive measures
Taken for slight infractions
Often come up short

Growing up and apart

Cherish family time
For not always will it be
As years divide thee

A long day in the sun

The punishing heat
Enshrouds me; robbing me of
Strength and fortitude

The Power of Good

Healing energy
Of love, laughter, and kindness
Cures many ailments

... and the world smiles with you

A smile warms the heart
Like a campfire warms the face
Burning, fierce, and bright

Beacon of trust

Single ray of hope
Brightly shines, guiding your way
Let faith be your stay

Think first, act later

Flagrant disregard
Of the impact of ones choice
Leaves others at risk