Brightly clad joggers, at the dawn’s first light

 

Brightly clad joggers, at the dawn’s first light

Jog their firm pace across paved grey gravel

Their sneakers bounce lightly throughout terrain

They go in the morning, dreading the heat

The sun starts to rise, orange blob floating

The sky starts to turn from orange to blue

The birds chirp in the trees, singing to earth

The peace has dispersed, for humans have woke

The earth is fully alive around midday

The sun now bright yellow, The sky, deep blue

Then comes the scorching heat burning eyes raw

Lastly comes dusk, sky turns blue to purple

Crickets chirping their steady nightly beat

The sun descends to a mellow orange

Soon after the earth falls asleep, for now….

 

 

 

B is for Bing Bing

 

 

He says Bing Bing is hilarious, adept at the art of comedy

I say Bing Bing is heartless, teasing me day and night

He says Bing Bing is so generous

I say “no”, he abuses his power of older brother

He says Bing Bing is a saint

I say he is a devil sent straight from hell, meant to taunt me to death

He says Bing Bing is kind and caring

I am just silent because I know all that he says is true.

 

I is for Impossible

 

Take the “im” out of impossible and you can see a whole different world

Impossible is nothing, as humans always win

Impossible is a myth, a tale, a word of empty meaning

Impossible is a word used to discourage others

Impossible is an impatient word, waiting to be used

Impossible is a word of anger, screamed out of frustration

Impossible is an anaconda, squeezing out our hope