The Chair

Spindles of profound strength
jut to angle, holding up
life.

Or does it hold more
Deep within the red canvas.
Ages of stories told,
memories made,
thoughts procured.

This wasn't just any ordinary red chair.
This was a red canvas, metal jutted,
thinking chair of glory.

The Rainy Date

Drip, drip, drip goes the rain off the tree branch.

Hazy overcast, hints of laziness in the air.

Sweatpants drawn tight, socks on, we watched movies.

Splash, splash, splash drops land in puddles.

Black clouds rolling in like a shroud of evil.

We cuddled up close, carefree.

Rain intensified, downpour.

Darkness, lightning, thunderclaps.

Smells of popcorn, sounds of laughter, kisses.

Pounding rain eases to a halt.

Brightness slowly fills the world again.

Just a couple on a rainy date.

Stain Removal

Grass stains,

Chlorophyll, xanthophyll, carotenoids,

Organic matter and juices.

Bonding to fabric fibers,

Rubbing Alcohol and scrubbing,

A difficult stain to remove.

But not as difficult as the stain you left.

Memories, jokes, kisses,

Cuddling and dates.

How do I remove my heart stains?

"Introduction to Poetry" by Billy Collins Rewrite

I saw drop a mouse into a maze,
watch him claw his way out.

Begin beating it with a hose,
to find out how it really knows.
All they do is tie the mouse to a chair,
torture a confession out of it.

I want them to water ski,
across the surface of friendship,
waving at the mouse on the shore.

I ask them to take a mouse
hold it up to some cheese,
like a knife.

Or press an ear against his mind.

Or walk into the mouses room
and feel the walls of friendship.

The Earth

What made this planet?
What made this spherical rock we call home?
What made the earth?

This earth, I mean ---
the one that is brimming with forest green,
the one that is overflowing with sapphire water,
the one that shines like a bright blue marble out into space,
who is so new to the universe while being so old,
who is orbiting the sun so effortlessly yet elaborately.

Now it is our home, our little planet in the big sky,
now it flows seemingly abundant.
I don't know exactly how the earth works,
I do know it only contains so much,
a very strict and limited amount of resources.
How will you help to protect and save it
which keeps it alive.

Tell me, will you save the earth?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious earth?

Nightmares

The emptiness is the most terror filling horror,
when your heart can't love,
your hunger unsatisfied.

Uneasy gropes at nothing
like blindness.
Where are the moon and stars
to guide you away.

The monster under your bed,
the goblin in your closet
the ghost in the attic.

What is the bump that keeps you up at night?

Wanderlust

Palm tree leafs rustle,
sea breeze naps on balconies.
Golden sand frames feet,
surf slaps the ankles.

From the marble monuments,
to the whitest house.
The seemingly old,
blended to new.

Ancient Roman Gods tower above,
much alike the Colosseum.
Sculptures of Michelangelo,
swims in a field of grapes.