Morning

Morning is the time of day
to get stuff done, sleep in or goof off
Mourning is the time I spend
feeling sadness over something I cannot change
I'm in mourning every morning
when I don't want to get off my bed, but must

Four line Jenny poems

Never the coach

Never the mentor
Ever the athlete
Ever the inventor


We stroke each other
We are bright
We are nervous
We delight


I can love you
I can write
You can love me
With all your light


I can’t find you
If you hide
I can’t want you
If you guide


We can balance
We can ride
We can dance
We can slide


I like beer
You like rye
I will try yours
You will comply


If you doubt me
I will listen
If you question
I will glisten


I will dust
If you mop
I will love you
If you flop


The music moves us
Silence removes us
Bird songs intrigue us
Our voice relieves us


Fuck is good
Cunt is confusing
Shit is bad
Is there a point? To this?


Some jokes I do for you
And some I do for me
What I do for you
I do for me


I want more
You want less
You want someone
I want Tess


I don’t care
You know that
I risk freedom
You can’t bat


We’re getting close
The edge is near
We have no map
The ledge is fear


I can tell you
The beer is fresh
We trust garlic
For our flesh


You fold your hands
I told a story
You question sands
I told you glory


Kiss me now
Kiss me later
I am willing
To be your waiter

Haiku style Poems

wind blowing wave tops
decapitate lifted spray
fall upon the sea


hair longer growing
shampooing cutting combing
hair dryer blowing


research perfect word
dictionary thesaurus
spelling excellence


quarter moonlit sky
Venus Jupiter Saturn
planets of the night


wind water sailboat
gliding skimming slipping clip
rig tack come about


birch forest footpath
Sun illuminating way
walk on perfection


flora fauna float
lilly pad turtle swimming
drinking from the pond


eagle flying high
soaring diving into lake
talon griping fish


spider web glistens
rising sun illuminates
prey wet with dew

Dance of a Kiss

Swimming through cattails
by the light of the moon
she glides into my bay
on waves of bliss
Her watering cans
hand felt, as tender
to eyes leering true
A twisting motion
the dance floats my torso
arched, open in time
Free flowing strands
cascade, then brushed aside
reveal lips willing to speak
silenced by kisses