Posted: June 24th, 2013 | Author: dpgreen | Filed under: poetry, writing | Tags: #blogjune, poem, sick, work | No Comments »
Coughing crammed calendar
Burnt out busy
Tonight a lawyer is helping us with our wills.
Coincidence, I tell myself.
Mandela is dying,
So too is Labor’s reign.
GeeBee is aging,
As am I.
Our house is being smashed
And then repaired.
Under a Head Builder’s watch.
No doubt that’s what happening to me.
But there are no permits or plans.
And I guess I’m the Head Builder.
Work will wait
I need to take better care of myself.
Posted: June 13th, 2013 | Author: dpgreen | Filed under: poetry, writing | Tags: #blogjune, poem | 5 Comments »
Is he OK? We never heard from him last night.
Absent Man of the hour.
Guest speaker stuck in traffic
Aging cloak of fog.
We guessed and worried and assumed and improvised.
Guest speaker became ghost speaker.
Beacons from audience volunteered their talent,
lit the way.
Our hazy event hobbled together.
But how is he?
Posted: June 8th, 2013 | Author: dpgreen | Filed under: poetry, writing | Tags: #blogjune, Creative Commons, kids, kids party, party, poem | No Comments »
Teddy Bear biscuits with smarties for eyes
baked on a paddle pop stick.
Up, down, up, down that gentle green slide.
Little people ruling the yard, cubby house, the world.
No tears pass-the-parcel with classic newspaper and trinkets.
One for each layer; each player.
With one sheet of personal and escort agency ads
to see if those big people are paying attention.
Fruit kebabs, homemade hummus and pizza.
When the music and dancing stopped in musical statues,
GeeBee clapped and YAYed for more.
She was out first but was only ever in it to boost player morale.
Happy Birthday Trixie!