WHO WILL STAND TALL?

So much babble in my ears

A little from my peers

But most of it comes my way

From politicians who bark and bray

Promising this, promising that

Vacillating at the drop of a hat

Do it my way or else you'll suffer

Their own errors they buffer

Talking heads each and every one

Wanting selfish validation

For no apparent action.

Each standing at a podium

Ranting ad nauseam

So hard to make up my mind

Who is the one I'll find

That will be aligned

For the good of all

And yet stand tall?

 

© Mel Patterson, 11-19-11

SPIRE

When dawn arises from the midnight of my dreams

My eyes flicker open and I stretch with a wide yawn

The fleeting void of the night has vanished it seems

And with the arching of my back all slumber is gone.

Shuffling toward the aroma of morning's fresh brew

I'm revived and looking forward to the unfolding

Cloudless day of bright sun in the sky of azure blue

And I'm seeing the glories of nature unfolding.

I bask in this early morning contemplation

Marveling at the many faceted prisms of my mind

With thoughts spiraling to the most lofty meditation

To realms insatiably evolving I am inclined.

The hour has come to snap out of my ethereal flight

Rein in the thin thread of my thought and my desire

And reluctantly be about the work I early fight

Preferring loftier heights to which I aspire

And when duties' done I may acquire

A higher spire.

© Mel Patterson, 11-17-11



MY FACE !

It is said no pain, no gain.
If this is true why feign,
hiding tears that rain
down my face!
It's no disgrace to cry
And wonder why
I sob and moan
and suffer alone.

Pain is subjective at best
It needs to reach its' crest
Wailing I detest
On my face!
Finally the crying stops
My heart flip-flops,
My soul has flown
My spirit has grown.

© Mel Patterson, 11-13-11

MITT and APRON

 

The 22 pound turkey was roasting

And inwardly I was boasting

...but....

Its' spilled juices were hot;

I simply had to blot!

 

I flung off my red oven mitt ablaze with fire;

I stomped on it hard, my need dire.

 

Then noticed other flames - Holy Moly!

Why didn't I choose to serve Bertoli!

 

I ran to the sink my apron enflamed

Ran the water - Whew! I exclaimed.

 

I calmly trod into the family room

Fire put out, there was no fume.

 

Everyone sat with eyes agape;

We all laughed for heaven's sake.

 

A charred hole was visible to each eye;

The apron and the mitt the tale did bely.

 

A roar of laughter sprung from their guts

At the expense of this silly ole dumb klutz.

 

The smile this evokes when I remember

My apron and mitt became an ember

On Thanksgiving Holiday that November.

© Mel Patterson, 11-10-11