When hate steps out
from behind the door,
the ever-talking troll
spills venom with
each line. He seeks
to infect you –
reader, with comments
unbeknownst to
library shelves.
Take a stroll down
each aisle and
peruse each source –
you’ll see. Where to
follow lonesome star,
protection from demons
and gizzards and spies?
Blue highways stretch before
us with miles
upon miles to drive.
I may not live to see
the city of future
residents – made of
glass unbreakable.
Like Moses I will look
down upon
what sweat created.
Before this sweet paradise
where arc eventually lands –
sorrow ran around
untethered and hunger
stood its ground.
Hold on my sister
passenger, to the
arc of justice, to
the tune of truth.
No step will falter if
you keep the pulse.
Turn your head towards
veracity and let the
devil perish. Never
waiver from your heart –
it knows the difference.
Truth will always out.
Best of left and right
is one human race.
The ladies in purple shirts
can’t be beset by red,
Not when violet
is on the brain.
Dear Michelle I miss you,
your beauty and your grace,
in roots your smile spreads outward
through soil laced with nitrogen,
phosphorus and potassium –
just right for vegetables growing.
The flower of tomato plant
self-pollinates,
or with the pepper
relying on microscopic insect
flying from place
to place –
every single plant.
This is what they do –
the women of purple
with thoughts of blue.
When steps lead backwards
like a nuthatch on a tree,
down she goes with digging
upon the bark and just
beneath she finds
a spark of hello,
juicy morsel and then the drumming.
We listen with open ears
since this is what we do.
One foot leads to another
as we inch along
towards the city on the hill
where peace and justice reign.
Anne's mediocre poetry 