My Garden Splendor
black tipped golden wings
just a fluttering summer
spontaneous dinner guest
spending a fleeting moment
sipping on nectar soup
the blue plate special
from a salmon pink zinnia
in my garden of splendor
to which I find myself
honored to have her
as my dinner guest.
—©g.a.meeder, 2020®
Unshakable
I refuse to make
any apologies for the way you make my
cheeks flush, pulse chase, heart race when
your hand brushes past my face.
—©g.a.meeder, 2017®
Strollin with Intent
tipped his hat their way
as he took note of her
giggling with two other girls
laden with heavy face paint
strolling down maroon
cobblestoned streets
with smiling faces
glances & nods
exchanged at everyone
they’d greet & meet
he couldn’t help but
notice that nice little quiver
that made her hips shake
giving him the wanton shiver
twirling parasols under
bare assed noon sun
for fair skinned escape
his innards ached
for those soft milky legs
wrapped up all around him
with her he knew damn well
that bed would quake
one way or another
in his rich man’s way
he was gonna buy
that perty girl
with a string o’ pearls
his wife had no say
he’d do so by any means
cause that’s the way they did
many & most things
when in the brothel’s
of New Orleans….
—©g.a.meeder, ®2017
Pack of Lies
i had written the book
cover to cover on
the philosophy
with enough hard work in life
you could achieve anything
but it’s high time
to close that damned book
on American dreams
toss that poorly written
over rehearsed book
into that heap known as
file thirteen
because it’s nothing
but a pack of damned lies
and who would know
the storyline better
than the author
who never once
saw it come true
before her very eyes?
—©g.a.meeder, 2017®
Guilty As Charged
I had to stop the noise
for it had become my failures
from which there had been
no pause for escape
so that I could settle
my scores of ill fate
hidden within human frailties
when I realized who are
we really competing up
or against?
all these imaginary battles
in this hard fought
but easily lost race
other than ourselves
and in that moment
I didn’t even recognize
until I wiped the
condensation off
the bathroom mirror
that it was the woman
in the mirror staring
back at me
with that harsh
judgmental look
upon her face…
—©g.a.meeder, 2017®
Autumn Overture
subtle sunrays peek
in between trees sparkling
on fallen fall spun
golden sun drenched leaves, Autumn’s
soft footprints of season’s end.
—©g.a.meeder, 2015®
Mighty Reckoning
You are a force to
be reckoned with that’s what they
say about the likes
of someone like me when my
tongue is set loose words fly free.
—©g.a.meeder, 2015®
Now that the day has arrived, they cry socialism.—Elizabeth A. Sherman
Where Is Our Leader?
Sitting in a bunker
upon his golden shitter
furiously typing out
nasties on twitter
inside the whitest house ever
built on the backs
of those he looks
upon as squatters
scared like the bigliest
white granddragon rat
of an ever growing
white supremacy litter.
—©g.a.meeder, 2020®
“We must allow one another to find hope wherever they can find it. Lest we become hypocritical thieves who will bear the burden
of dimming their light.”
——©g.a.meeder, 2020®
On the Nature Of Daylight
Max Richter
Six Cow Pile-up on Pasture Hill
nestled between two lofty pines
lay red and white
black and white
brown and tan
rump roast beauty queens
snorting sharp wisps
of white winter breath
an impestuous rooster’s cacklings
interjects background noise
as the six cow pile up on pasture hill
doesn’t budge an inch
resting on leftovers of clover and timothy hay scraps
that didn’t quite meet their culinary palettes
but by late afternoon’s fading sun
will become a mulled over snack
my ladies of leisure
just below my kitchen window
out beyond the clothesline
brings about a stark admission
of just how much
I had come to miss this…
––©g.a.meeder, 2020®
Below are my six lovely rump roast queens:
“Sweet Pea, Vaderess, Fawn, Snowflake, Beauty, Shawnee”
Cut off one’s nose to spite his face
from day one it went
from bad to worse unfiltered
thoughts rolled off
his tongue
without one thought given to
how he’d expose his own con
—©g.a.meeder, 2019®
Fever Pitch(Twilight Sing-Song)
in the crisp twilight air
with baton directive
not just from any maestro
but the silver quartered moon
the choir begins
a frenzy of chatter
chirping in staccatto
as the heat of humidity
during the day’s peak
of sun’s brutal glare
had kept them from sharing
all the latest tidbits of gossip
dashing here, there,
darting everywhere
no time! no time!
must feed hungry beaks
no time! no time!
so under starry skies
we shall now tweet
they reach fever pitch
twittering one over another
tittle tattlers in surround sound
sing song to get a
chirrup in edgewise
oh musical wonders
oblivious that any soul
could be listening in.
Oh, but we are,
along with so many others!
—©g.a.meeder, 2019®
Symphony at Dusk
the sun lays her head
upon broad earthly shoulders
as the night maestro
ushers in the starry notes
grazioso for our eyes
—©g.a.meeder, 2019®
For John Coyote with love & respect
for understanding.
May you find your peace.
Letdown
i watched from afar
as your disease knocked the wind
out of your sails
in angst I secretly prayed
that there would be
a god to heal you.
—©g.a.meeder, 2019®
Sun Shines So Pretty
winter layers us
in white diamond dust
the earth rotates on
her axis seasonally
stirring all things up
finding us here
in this moment
of discovery
that when the sun
shines so pretty it hurt
reminding us that
missing you
would hurt this much?
—©g.a.meeder, 2018®
Dawn of Truth
The splish splash lull of soapy dishwater
pulled her in as her sponge
spun around the bowl’s rim
two small business setbacks
and all those dishes she’d scrubbed
through thick and thin
pondering why is life always sink or swim?
—©g.a.meeder, 2018®
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