Sterling Bobbitt
(The latest from the Po - etery Fac - etory!)
English Furst
English wurst
English only
English mainly
Inglés, por favor!British English
Canadian English
Indian English
American Indian?Bilingual
Trilingual
Multilingual
Lingua Franca?Latin roots
Latin shoots
Latin lover
Ig-pay Atin-lay!Write good
Write well
Write better
Write bestest!Write right
Right write
Write wrong
Write makes might.Good grammar
Grammar school
Grammatically correct
Politically poisoned.Matters not
How you say it.
In any language
Bigotry stinks!
"In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French; I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their language."
Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)
Blackbird
Red mantle flashing in the morning sun,
Marks the marsh,
Feathers ruffled by the morning breeze.Territorial imperative,
Old as time, new each Spring,
Cover for the mate, safety for the young.From a twig outpost, guarding his dominion,
As pools reflect the rays piercing morning mist.
How nice to clearly know one’s place, one’s time.
Seed Struggle
Crack hull
Root down
Shoot up
Divide, stretch, grow.Seek soil
Wanting water
Searching sun
Divide, stretch, grow.Build bark
Wave leaves
Store sap
Divide, stretch, grow.Trees, like relationships
Require work
A labor of love
Coming naturally
To those willing
To divide, stretch, grow.
Windchimes
Windchimes and whispers in the darkness
Lying in the waterbed.
Cool breeze eases body heat.
You grow a child, and
The apricots are falling.
Star
Shimmering in the cosmos
Sometimes the cold gray moon
Reflecting solar light
Will block the gleam
But its fires still burn as hot
Waiting for the chance
To delight once more.
Gift of the Heart
Politically incorrect and environmentally unsound,
You carved your initials in the bark of my heart.
Like the boys of the barrio, you tagged me.
Large fluorescent letters radiating my devotion.So I visited the tattoo parlor, placed you in the pantheon,
Next to Mom, and a skull with roses,
Like a bovine, ear cropped and rump singed,
I belong to you now. Please be kind.
A Conservation Overheard
If the sand could speak,
What would it say
To the thundering surf
Caressing its bay?Would it tell its secrets?
Share its rhyme?
Count the moments of
Eternal time?How to steam an oyster?
Skin a fish?
Sand castle creation or
A lover's wish?Would it describe the feel of
Children’s feet?
Running to share the latest
Shoreline treat?Would it speak of the kite
Soaring over sea
Tugging on string and
Wishing to be free?Would it speak of our love,
Our wishes and dreams?
Our plans and our hopes?
Our get rich schemes?Would the surf answer back
With a crash and a roar?
A whispering hiss
As it swept clean the shore?
You . . . like a river
You . . . like a river
Flow into my life
Laughing over the falls
Gleaming in the moonlight
Flashing in the sun.You . . . like a river
Give me joy
Sweep me along in a current
That clears the sandy shore
For the flowers of Spring.
Rythmn Child
I got the Rythmn,
I was born with the Rythmn,
I live with the Rythmn,
I love with the Rythmn,
I dance with the Rythmn,
It's life with a Rythmn,
Hope to die with the Rythmn,
I'm a Rythmn Child.
Taking Sides
Inside, outside,
Just how thick is your hide?
Up side, down side,
Flip 'em on their backside!Poor side, rich side,
Pitch 'em in the ditch side.
Weak side, strong side,
Neither right nor wrong side.Head side, tail side,
Which is weep and wail side?
Near side, far side,
Who will join the trailride?Our side, your side,
Turning back the sea tide.
Glad you are on my side,
Aren't you?
Cactus Valentine
This cactus is prickly
It's covered quite thickly
A point at the end of each spine.But the point it's implying
Is that I am trying
To have you for my Valentine!
Life is sweet & short & good - slurp it up!
I've had a number of these pesky poems sitting around the house for a while, and I thought I would share them with you. Hope you enjoyed.
Peace, and may the God of your preference bless you!
© Sterling Bobbitt
Purple Pulse 999
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