YELLOW

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A flower is a perfect spot.

The yellow looks scrumptious to me. 

Pink flowers will be my next stop.

I’m happy as a buzzing bee.

Spreading joy through the leafy green.

Nectar to my toes through my nose.

Stopping here and there in between.

Sharing everywhere like a hose.

THE BLUE

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The blue sucks me in.

Velvet petals caress my face.

A buzzing bee whizzes past.

I’m inside the midnight blue darkness.

My head spins from its heady fragrance.

Lines of poetry beg to be written.

Will I yield to the blue darkness?

It’s a trap I cannot escape.

A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE

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A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE

A boring afternoon at the pet store.
    “What to do? What to do?”
    the white cat pondered to herself.
    The only movement was an annoying fly.
    It flew around the store.
    The four kittens followed the fly with their eyes.
    In fact, they couldn’t keep their eyes off it.

The fly was black and furry.
    It had unusual yellow stripes down its back.
    The smallest cat wanted it for a new baby brother.
    The Tom cat wanted to swat the thing with his tail.
    The fly finally landed.
    On the Tom cat’s nose.
    “Ouch,” Tom cat screamed out.
    “It bit me!” he said while rubbing his nose.

Fluffy, the big white cat, ran over to Tom.
    She said,”It didn’t bite you but stung you.”
    “Oh no! Oh no! What should I do?”
    Tom ran around in circles.
    The white cat moved closer to look at his nose.
    “It’s fine. If it swells, we’ll put ice on it. It looks better
    than the poor fly.”

The four cats looked down at the fly lying on the ground.
    “It gave its life so it could sting you,” Fluffy said. 
    “But why would it do that?” Tom looked confused.
     “It’s the way of life,” Fluffy said in a sad voice.
     “I know! We should bury it with a service and all.”
     The little voice came from the youngest kitten.
     They all agreed with him.

Not having a yard for a burial, they wrapped the fly
     in a tissue and were going to flush it down the toilet.
     But first, the youngest, Squeaky, said a few words.
     Squeaky was sad that the fly didn’t even have a name.
     “Let’s call her Miss Bee,” Fluffy suggested to the group.
     “Why? It was a fly.” Squeaky was upset.
     “No, my dear, she was a bee. And that is why she stung Tom.”
     Squeaky began to cry. 

After wiping his nose and eyes, Squeaky agreed to call
     her Miss Bee.
     “Goodbye, Miss Bee. We’re sorry we didn’t get to know you
     better. I hope you make friends in your new life.”
     With that said, Squeaky flushed the toilet and watched
     Miss Bee float away to her new life.
     “Goodbye Miss Bee,” Squeaky said. “We’ll miss you.”

A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE

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    A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE

A boring afternoon at the pet store.
    “What to do? What to do?”
    the white cat pondered to herself.
    The only movement was an annoying fly.
    It flew around the store.
    The four kittens followed the fly with their eyes.
    In fact, they couldn’t keep their eyes off of him.

The fly was black and furry.
    He also had some unusual yellow stripes down his back.
    The smallest cat wanted him for a new baby brother.
    The Tom cat wanted to swat the thing with his tail.
    The fly finally landed.
    On the Tom cat’s nose.
    “Ouch,” Tom cat screamed out.
    “He bit me!” he said while rubbing his nose.

Fluffy, the big white cat, ran over to Tom.
    She said,”He didn’t bite you but stung you.”
    “Oh no! Oh no! What should I do?”
    Tom ran around in circles.
    The white cat moved closer to look at his nose.
    “It’s fine. If it swells, we’ll put ice on it. It looks better
    than the poor fly.”

The four cats looked down at the fly lying on the ground.
    “He gave his life so he could sting you,” Fluffy said. 
    “But why would he do that?” Tom looked confused.
     “It’s the way of life,” Fluffy said in a sad voice.
     “I know! We should bury him with a service and all.”
     The little voice came from the youngest kitten.
     They all agreed with him.

Not having a yard for a burial, they wrapped the fly
     in a tissue and were going to flush him down the toilet.
     But first, the youngest, Squeaky, said a few words.
     Squeaky was sad that the fly didn’t even have a name.
     “Let’s call him Mr. Bee,” Fluffy suggested to the group.
     “Why? He was a fly.” Squeaky was upset.
     “No, my dear, he was a bee. And that is why he stung Tom.”
     Squeaky began to cry. 

After wiping his nose and eyes, Squeaky agreed to call
     him Mr. Bee.
     “Goodbye, Mr. Bee. We’re sorry we didn’t get to know you
     better. I hope you make friends in your new life.”
     With that said, Squeaky flushed the toilet and watched
     Mr. Bee float away to his new life.
     “Goodbye Mr. Bee,” Squeaky said. “We’ll miss you.”

LOVE OF NATURE

SLEEP

Sleep the slumber of kings.

Dream of playtime.

Move your paws in tune

With the melody in your mind.

Sleep safely, dear one.

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THE KING

I sing my song on top of the branch.

I flitter and flutter to my heart’s content.

My feathers ruffle in the slight breeze.

I am king of the day.

All bow to me.

Until I fly away again.

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BLOOD RED PETALS

A path of red drips down the wall.

A path created for me to find.

By one who returns for me,

Who returns from The Dead.

He had held me in his arms

And I’d nearly lost control.

Kisses had rained across my face

and mouth with mounting passion.

I’d been lost to this world,

Ready to depart for the next.

I’d been saved by flesh and blood

In the form of a beautiful man.

But now the one is back for me

After so many years.

He leaves trails of petals

For me to follow.

Blood red petals.

As red as his eyes.

Do I dare?

How could I not?

THE DEAD GAME

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FANTASY COME TRUE

This is a fantasy come true.

Sunshine in a sky so dark blue.

White sand on a Florida beach.

Within a tourist’s grasping reach.

Until the night rears its dark head.

And tourists disappear from bed.

Can Oasis, Florida be cursed?

Like it’s been carefully rehearsed.

Think twice before coming to shore.

It’s fun and games but so much more.

THE DEAD GAME

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SUN'S RAYS

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Invited by Ted Gore

Light squeezes between the leaves.

Eyes to the sky serves me best.

Rays cast hot fingers on me.

Sun has passed its daily test.

The circle widens and deepens.

A place to while away the day.

I keep to its rounded corners.

COLOR TO THE WHITE

Bring a little color to the white.

Cascade down the bricks every night.

Roses will soon add red to the scheme.

It will only add more to the theme.

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Busy as a Bee

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A flower is a perfect spot.

The yellow looks scrumptious to me. 

Pink flowers will be my next stop.

I’m happy as a buzzing bee.

Spreading joy through the leafy green.

Nectar to my toes through my nose.

Stopping here and there in between.

Sharing everywhere like a hose.

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