Six Cow Pile-up on Pasture Hill

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”

 

 

Sun Shines So Pretty

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®

 

 

Simplicity(My Bouquet of Wisdom)

My Bouquet of Wisdom,–©g.a.meeder, 2018®

Simplicity
(My Bouquet of wisdom)

tiny seeds of life
that have taken root
give me a
simple pleasure
that only goes
to show
how easy to please
i have become in my life
with the smallest bouquet
of wildflowers
hand picked
for good measure.

–©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

“Simplicity is not style, it is a state of harmony.”

Naoto Fukasawa

 

 

 

 

 

 

Splintered

Splintered

i remain offside
quietly listening to
others as they 
dig up dirt
verbally assaulting
one another for how
they approach issues
attacking them for
opinions that differ
maintaining my distance
by keeping my upper lip stiffer
so that I maintain
some sort of strength
to pick up the remains
when they are done playing
their judgmental games
so we don’t all end up
in the same log splitter.

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

 

 

Endless Sky

Endless Sky

she ignited the horizon

ablaze in golden streaks

of promise that spoke

boldly of day’s end

as night snuck in upon us

covering the western skies

in blankets of twinkling stars

prodding us in wise,

ancient native voices.

what took you so long

to discover this spot

where you are?

our eyes shush their voices

as they wander wall to wall

beacons of lights across the

land of endless sky

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

Word-Up

The other day on CNN they were still corn shuckin Trumpy’s words apart from his speech trying to pander to the African American voters. Hunnies Trumpy ain’t gonna do this right by anybody unless there is something in it for him. Because he knew how low the support percentage goes for him with your support. So why would he offer up some solutions or talk to people in their own neighborhoods that he drives through and by in his limos?!? And if he did offer up something than he would lose his mostly white, effinA, “N” bomb dropping supporters. He can’t afford to lose his base because his supporters will whine about DT implementing another type of affirmative action because he would be putting your needs ahead of theirs.And they got themselves a jealous bone, dontcha know? Now, see Trumpy works from that scratch my back I’ll scratch yours mentality and since many aren’t supporting him he can at least say, I tried but they wouldn’t listen…and since if you are anything like me once I get into that voting booth, and I had to screen touch that name on the ballot, say for instance by accident, they’d be calling out the National Guard on me, because that voting booth would be turned inside out, tore up, slam dunked to the ground, expletives would be invented, chairs would be a flying cross the room before they’d get that accidently cast vote for him, they would have to get ta me first and I can scale ceilings like gut-damned spiderman….That alleged apology from Donald Trumpy was like someone who doesn’t send thank you notes fer all the shot-gun weddin presents they got & one day they run into you on the street & stumble through chit chat with you and begin the phony, thanks for the weddin gift of assorted gravy bowls and you say yer welcome cause you didn’t give them one, you only came fer the weddin cake, fer the love of no white man, greedy bastards stole my land sakes. His regrettins are upsettin because, sorry seems to be the hardest word. So how does that curdle the milk in yer cheerios today?—©g.a.meeder,2016®

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oink! Oink!

Oink! Oink!

arrogance under

spotlights that shine on faces

whereby make-up can’t

cover up blunders of men

squealing like pigs under oath

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®