Poem: Tennis Ball

The yellow creatures

Beaten up like slaves

Left in agony

Contusions and skin peels

Those who try to escape over the fence

Will only be brought back for more beatings

The old ones abandoned, left for the dogs

The new ones broken even more

Poem: Night Haven

Rolling hills

Short grass

Open fields

Gently swaying trees

Rustling leaves

The golf course

Time to go out

Dusk

Gate opens

Trickling out

Time for

The golf course

Running

Laughing

Excitement

Coursing energy

Enjoying

The golf course

Time creeps

Group reunites

A circle formed

Whispers ensue

On

The golf course

Crickets chirp

Couples cuddle

Smiles unbidden

Peace radiates

Loving

The golf course

Time up.

Slow return.

Affection.

Joy.

Desire.

Hope.

Secrets in the dark.

The golf course.

Poem: Eraser

Squiggle here, squiggle there
Only to be erased again
Thoughts here, nonsense there
Will the chaos never end!

Erase I will, erase I must
Never to be seen again
Good bye to you, good bye to all
This poem shall I amend!

Poem: I Would Hate to be a Plate

You lift me up

Away from my family

Then you slam greasy food into my face

You sit down and scratch me up with utensils

Then you trap me in a silver pit

And slosh soapy water on me

While you scratch my face even more

You take a soggy rag and wipe me all over

My face hurts and my back aches

When you take me back home

Poem: Coconuts

I'm hanging for two years
Only to be dropped on my face
As I am stolen, I am beaten
I get stabbed and my skin is peeled off
The savage animals cut me in half
Then sit down and relax
While they drink my blood
As I die, my skin is thrown in the fire for warmth

Poem: Cauliflower

A fluffy sheep
Among the clouds
Just like a tree
But not as green

A warm bath
Just for me
Boiled or steamed
Time to eat

Poem: Guitar

You strum me once, you strum me twice.
The sound I make is peaceful and quiet.
Nothing is compared to my rhythm.
When the day is dull and gray,
You strum me once
And the day is bright.

You sing, I play.
The quietness is filled with gentle music.
Lovely things filled the air.
And when you stop,
Things seem different.

Poem: Iron, Iron, Iron

When I'm sleeping, it's very cold
When I'm awake, it's very hot
I curl and twirl
I straighten and iron
Night and day, everyday
I'm always in a haze
Silky smooth, or a frizzy mess
I'll make it the best

Poem: Deodorant

Take off my hat
Roll up my feet
My head pops out
The pit, I meet

You swipe, I glide
Like skates on ice
You are the man
I am Old Spice