courtesy the comfort of his mancave,
I (a mutated batman wannabe)
doth prattle and stump
and display wide whirled webbed
and variegated tail feathers
(also known as rectrices) of mine,
cuz in actuality true bats
as quoted verbatim from Google
“lack tail feathers,
but they do sport tails that vary in structure
and can help with classification.

For example, vespertilionids have tails
that run to the end of their uropatagiums,
while molossids and rhinopomatids
have tails that extend beyond the membrane.

You've come to say goodbye,
but it's hard,
so you linger here
in these late days of summer,
my tennis shoes, now dusty and thin,
my bicycle resting by the sidewalk
harboring one dried rose petal in its tattered basket.

Together we've exhausted those days behind us,
absorbed every moment under the sun, the moon,
the stars that listened to us as we gazed upward
from blades of balmy grass.
We've spent our time, and then some.

You'll linger awhile, still,
because it is so hard to go.

In shadow night
beneath the struggle
surface hide
of heavyweight
from the burden state

Echo of pain
resonant in the siren
lost in an emotional wave
whisper wind found
submerge in a voice

Trap in agony
where silence resides
for freedom right
seeking for justice

Let the voice soar
from a relentless fear
of conveying message
guiding through words

In the spreading wings
to find strength with the love
of harmony from the
giving gracious kindness

The feeling,
the sheer,
the utter,
.....catastrophe of love
New love
Mature love
Old love

There is an ache
To caging all this hope
In your soul

You whisper promises to
Your higher Power

You promise
To behave

You promise
You will never take
Love for granted

You whisper spells
During the witching hour

You look at the amber moon

And wade in hope

For new, present and lost
Love

We were such close friends back then.
Now I've forgotten some of their names,
and some of those little things
we thought would keep us together forever.

Little things that have weight now,
because they’ve gone away
somewhere I can no longer find them.
I wish I hadn't been so careless
with the memories of my drift-away friends.

Am I seen,
or do I self-check out?

Some hours,
I turn into a shopping cart,
just carrying, not asking
how much it weighs.

Then,
I turn into the frozen dinner
everybody ignores
until they suddenly
have time for a cooked meal.

Always ready
to help fill their bags,
still no one notices
the effort.

I must be
a market
that offers people
what they really need.

So why stay?
Because they always need
to fill the refrigerator.

On that morning, long ago,
for a treat, we packed the car
with towels, soft drinks in a cooler.
A few beach toys; kite and balls.
Daddy and I went to the shore where
We took off our socks and shoes.
it made my toes very happy,
so giddy, they danced...
I chased waves in the cool surf.
We fed sea gulls dotting the shore.
Happily, I played burying Daddy in sand.
Working up a grand appetite.
We bought foot-longs from a vendor.
Daddy thought I'd had too much sun...
He put my shoes and socks back on me

On paths where seraphs blaze begun,
A tale of peace and war as one.
Celestial whispers fill the night,
While shadows clash in ancient fight.

Gardens with lilies, calm is torn,
Thunder roars, and war is born.
A wishing sword from realms above
Pierced through time with a mighty shove.

Mountains like veins, impacts unfold,
Heaven’s harp with a golden hold.
Thunder crashes, lightning roars,
Harmony’s baton still explores.

I may,
one day,
forgive you

But the heart,
my heart,
will never forget

In the cool light of a grey dawn,
I look to the entrance of my cave.
The shuffle of the entity holding my heart
is music to my ears.

I peep out and watch eagerly
for the magical beast,
who having yawned and stretched,
now comes into view.

Be still, my beating heart
do not attract unwanted attention,
for she is not yet had time
to consume her magic elixir,
nor think great thoughts.