Raise high the bridge and the gate
We don’t want to ever be late
Whip the horses much faster
We must serve the Master
And deliver him right to his fate
I love limericks and word play. Here, a familiar is delivering his Master to his fate/fete. As a devotee to ‘What We Do In The Shadows’, (both TV and cinema), I love how they portray the relationships between vampires and their human servants.
Protect me, Show me
How I will be of Service
Forever your Heart
Guide me in Hope and Love light
Show me how I may best Serve
Prayers and petitions matter. Belief and Service matter. Hope and Love matter.
My father and dogs
Are on the fridge magnet
Before Alzheimer’s
Robs us of his firm hard hand
Softening the blows of memory
Horn beak challenges
Us at the dark grey lagoon
Snapping turtle King
Just above the thick weeds
Titus & Sons sign glimpsed
‘Junk’ pickup All Trash
Coke fueled rages on
Late night phone messages waiting
I delete them unheard.
Drunk son on the phone
Demanding I co-sign his lease
Parenting Forever
Glug
Glug
Glugged
The sink is, without a doubt, plugged
With hair, fat and slime
I haven’t got time
And my plumber he merely shrugged
Boxes piled high
Hoarding Treasures from the Past
I try not to cry
Torn yellow newspaper
Coats her bedroom window panes
Rusted AC leaks
As Rhonda, my neighbor waits
For the Sheriff’s to evict her
Outlaw Poetry 