A-Z

ABCD
alphabetically aligned poetry

EFG
rhyming metaphorically

HIJK
the haiku is a way to play

LMNOP
to develop nature pleasantly

QRS
with this we bless

TUV
to giving meaning to me

WX
or find what's next

YZ
an ending to never see.

Dandelion

Gently touched love floating though the air like a dandelion seed.
Drawn by the soft pull of the earth but carried by tumultuous winds.
The seeds movement is wistful the driving forces are not understood.
This is our love looking for a place to take seed searching out a place.
Each kiss of breath manipulating the course away and to it's destination.
A patch of earth found for a lucky few and root is taken, most wither and die.
For these few fewer will grow a healthy stem where a flower blossom appears.
From the blossom new generations of seeds take flight again love is gently touched.

The Accountant

Sometimes I crunch the numbers
Sometimes the numbers crunch me
Deadlines, timelines always rolling forward

Between four boring walls I sit
The content of a cell in Excel
Life a predicated formula

A spreadsheet cramped with data
A mind cramped with stress
An office occupying an organized mess.

Like an information robot
I return to work to repeat the month before.
The repetitiveness an unforgiving bore.

Everything is part of an equation, calculated
None of it human the look is on a macro level
Meaning behind results of which not one gets credit

Budgeted, variances explored, a bridge to explanation
Unseen investors peer into me without knowing my soul
Self discovery wains as I read like the page of a 10K

Lack of interest may make it more difficult to be human
Not being able to reduce hours may negatively impact family life.
No time from work increase my vulnerability to the company.

I am the report.

Drunk and Disorderly

I had a hard time getting home tonight. The police pulled up to the side of the road with flashing red and blue. They asked me to walk a blurred line, stand on one foot when I had not legs and then touch my nose with eyes closed.  Chaotic instructions delivered with challenges of immense difficulty.  When I blew it was a relief until I registered a point zero two eight. The cops towed my car and impounded my soul even though I deserved worse. I hit a minivan that night with a five member family I reduced to three. Their cries are engraved in platinum on my memory.  I still focus on those faces with unanswered pleas. A week later I made bail and was charged with murder in the first degree. My lawyer plead it down to a max of two to three. They said I behaved and repented so I served six months and after a long night I went home. The family plead not to release me to a blind judicial system but I said nothing though I quietly agreed.  I want to be forgiven for that long drive home but I can't take back putting my hands on the wheel.  Now I have to hit the road.  I made a meeting with a river under a bridge tonight.

Revision time.  I agree that the first one was a little too preachy. 

I had a hard time getting home tonight. The police pulled up to the side of the road with flashing red and blue. They asked me to walk a blurred line, stand on one foot when I had not legs and then touch my nose with eyes closed.  A chaos of instruction was delivered with challenges of immense difficulty.  When I blew I registered a point zero two eight. The cops then towed my car and impounded my soul even though I deserved so much more. It was minivan I hit that night with a five member family I reduced to three. Their cries heard are engraved into platinum upon my memory. I still focus on faces with desperate pleas. After that night I got my bail and a charge of murder in the first degree. My great lawyer plead it down so I only got two to three. In my cell I behaved so well got paroled in six because of an overcrowding jail. The family plead to no avail to a blind judicial system even though I'd put them through hell. I'll always be tormented by the ride that night. So, I say to you don't drink and drive because it's not you who you need worry arriving alive. I'm meeting a river under a bridge tonight even though it won't forgive the lives taken that awful night.

Not to worry I have never killed anyone in a driving accident, knock on wood. I have a lot of disdain for drinking and driving though so I wrote this. No happy ending on this one boys and girls.

Dirty Hands

Hand sanitizer stinging bliss of cleanliness.  Infestation of bacteria fumigated by a refreshing scent. The problem is that my hands are dirty in the proverbial sense.  These hands can never be cleansed.

Raised

Tears hug my cheeks a warm embrace.
Our memories found every place.
Happy moments which I explore.
Nourished my life your at heavens door.
Please don't wait rest your head.
and wait for you children to join you
A family re-united under God's light.

Father, father, father of mine.
I cherish these final moments with you
but let your strength become mine.
Your family stands so you needn't fear.
I am raised in your image this is clear
So don't pull at your baby girls tears, let go
and I will always remember you Papa.

So I went through this just to get rid of the things I was forcing on the first draft.  

Tears hug my cheeks a warm embrace.
Our memories found every place.
Happy moments which I explore.
Cherished in life you at heavens door.
Don't stand waiting rest your head.
and wait to see me after many nights
We will take a walk again in the light.

Father, father, father of mine.
I cherish these final moments with you
but let go, and let your strength be mine.
Your family stands so you need not fear.
I'm raised in your image so depart and
don't pull to your baby girls tears
I'll always have your love in coming years.

This is tough to write.  I definitely need to get back to this and add the justice this poem deserves.

Trucker

Speckled pavement stretches out before me. 

A stream of white lines whistle by.

An awaited green sign with white lettering

Only forty-three miles until the next truck stop.

Passing headlamps obscure my vision

and I can't rub them out of my eyes.

The tire and the road growl at me.

A grating reminder I'm still moving.

I never thought I could look forward

so much to a lonely cabin.
A place so nearby and 38 miles away

but I am late so I pass it by.

There's no place or time to rest
on my rolling series of destinations

Just two-hundred eighty-seven more miles

and I will drop off this load.
Where's my coffee?
Ahhh, on down the road I go.

So the criticism I received on this was that it didn't end really well, which I kind of anticipated and that I should revise this to read in compound sentences to make the truck drives gargled thoughts flow better.  I have attempted to address both of these issues and I think I have made improvements..

Speckled pavement stretches out before me.
A stream of white lines whistle by.
An awaited green sign with white lettering
Forty-three miles until the next truck stop.
Passing headlamps obscure my vision.
I can't rub them out of my eyes.
The tire and the road growl at me.
A grating reminder I'm still moving.
I never though I could look forward
so much to a lonely cabin.
A place so nearby and 38 miles away.|
A place to rest before reaching|
a rolling series of destinations|
but I am late so I pass it by.|
Two-hundred eighty-seven miles|
and I will drop off this load.