The fitness of a marriage, who can judge?
For even those within are set apart.
A see-saw keeping balance with a nudge,
Two individuals before the start.
One partner is the giver, so it seems;
I hate to say, but one can give too much
And end up taking all the others’ dreams
With hands that, though well-meaning, ever clutch.
The understanding needed can’t be bought
Nor traded, compromised, discussed, or sold.
Lip service leads to battles that are fought,
Resentments, sharpest angles, tempers cold.
Give grateful understanding, showing love,
A Spirit-driven blessing from above.
A sonnet of 95 words, including “judge” for
Weekend Writing Prompt #115,
#RDP #Ragtag Daily Prompt, #angle,
Chocolate bar, cookies
Chicken salad on crackers
Dinner in distress
Love is so easy!
Just stop thinking about it,
And expect nothing…
Where Have All the Flowers Gone: Save the Planet!
by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III
Mother Earth, oh Mother Earth!
Where have you gone?
Mother Earth, Mother Earth!
Where did we go wrong?
Tornadoes, cyclones, twisters and such;
Air pollution, too much plastic…
It’s getting to be a bit much.
Trees being chopped down
Has nature’s animals on the run.
How would anyone like to be run out of their home?
Believe me, it’s no fun.
Plastic islands clogging up the oceans;
Before we know it, no clean water for us to drink.
The closer we get to the sun, the worst things get.
It really makes you think.
Glaciers melting by the minute,
Polar bears looking for a new home.
Soon all of God’s creatures
Will have no place to roam.
Is all we hear nowadays.
If we all pitch in,
Years from now we may still be able to feel the suns rays.
Mother Earth is all we’ve got;
She’s the best game in town.
If folks don’t wake up,
It will be too late for us to frown. 😦
Don’t be a litterbug!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.
dVerse Poetics: On Climate Crisis.
A poem is my guide lamp out,
A light in darkest hour.
It nourishes my mind and heart;
It grows the Lotus flower.
When pain engulfs me, poems touch
The center of my soul,
Reminding me that after rain,
The sunshine makes me whole.
My response to
dVerse Quadrille #83: Sun.
Happy Eighth Anniversary to dVerse Poets Pub, and a huge thank you to everyone who contributes, hosts and participants alike! You have certainly inspired the light of poetry for me! ❤