green poets

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Pastime  trenz pruca

Hometown  seattle, washington

job  photographer

interests  landscape, portrait, travel

Poem Titles

> BIG BLUE ADVENTURE

> EARLY SORROW

> FIRE IN MY HEART

BIG BLUE ADVENTURE

Heavy laden with Ralph’s Store marketries

I board Big Blue for my Brentwood Pad.

Oh my! No seats! A pretty young lady, seeing my plight

surrenders hers. Once seated my eyes seek hers to convey

a non verbal show of appreciation. I'm able to manage a

Christmassy smile now that I have my two front teeth.

But the damsel -good deed done- is content to gaze up at

the ceiling. As my eyes fall from her face in perusal of the rest

of her body, I notice that were her shirt ends and her levis start

is a strip of bare flesh and in the middle of it  is a sweet little

belly button. I'm captivated!

My Id is in control and therefore I'm helpless.

My Superego now kicks in with vengeful violent furor.

But my Ego is definitely on the Ids side.

Fortunately before I explode altogether

The young lady reaches her destination.

Could it be she was completely unaware of the battle raging between the various components of my Psyche? I don't know. After simmering down and getting my heart rate back to normal,

I now contemplate my interesting Existential experience 

I LIKED IT!

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EARLY SORROW

I saw them at a  distance walking

they held hands too engrossed to speak

A cold day they had their love to warm them

while I shivering and alone,

without even the warmth of a hand.

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FIRE IN MY HEART

Can a waff of air from a butterfly’s wing

calm the fire burning in my heart?

No! But it can wreak havoc on this tiny creature

when it vibrates the threads of a spiders web,

Quick death.

But the idea that i can feel compassion

for this wee fellow creature

who will exist now only as a memory

calms the fire burning in my heart.

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death of a hero      

instinct told her she must nurse  him

so he sucked contentedly

but love he felt not, as he fed.

in his stomach her milk turned to stone

 

no one knew why he withered and died.

genes perhaps, doctors thought.

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