Traveling Time

pack your bag and let’s go

it’s traveling time

don’t ya know?

It doesn’t matter

where we go

what country we see

or chateau

it’s about the adventure

don’t ya know?

escape your status quo

in exotic lands

or a hidden archipelago

the decision is yours

don’t ya know?

The Snail Summit

the big snail summit was finally held in June

shelled gastropods gathered from around the world

hosting conferences under the light of the moon

It was a slow moving affair

but everyone who was there

agreed it was a boon

the land snails

the sea snails

and the freshwater snails

left behind happy trails

sluggishly sliming home

to their safety zone

looking forward to next year

when it would be time to reappear

Rethinking Everything

an upheaval of the mind can be

a terrible thing to see

where beliefs are challenged

by realities

false histories

stripped away

ideologies

in disarray

falsehoods

exposed

in the light of day

the shock

almost too much

to bear

but wears away

when enlightenment

dawns

on the mind’s

new day

The Storyteller’s Warning

gather ’round you ogres, trolls, fairies, wizards, elves, and giants, for I have a story to tell…

your days are numbered by the emergence of mankind

your histories will become mysteries until the end of time

your lives reduced to children’s fables and tales

where mankind is the hero who always prevails

so gather around my children and we’ll pretend

that this isn’t your end

Coffee in the Morning

I move through my mornings like a sloth awakening

from a coma

mindlessly groping for my fix which is beckoning

to me

the need for comfort and warmth

from my first cup of coffee

the smell of that savory brew

invigorates me through and through

the burst of energy it gives is a pleasure

every day

when I imbibe my liquid measure

of coffee – my morning mainstay

The Onion’s Obituary

it wasn’t so long ago on a beautiful spring day

that a yellow onion was planted in fertile ground

giving it a dark and warm place to stay

for a 100 days

but a time came

when the yellow onion was game

for a cook with seasoning intentions

to make culinary inventions

so it was plucked from the ground

without a sound

and carried into the cook’s kitchen

where it was awaited by a chicken

that needed seasoning

and the reasoning

was it would add flavor

making it a meal to savor

but copious tears were shed that day

while peeling it’s life away

as stated in the onion’s obituary