Orange day Lilly

 You could 

Walking about the yard

thinking how life’s been

for you so hard

It seemed you could

use an orange day lily

Yes, life is still willy nilly 

but less so

With an orange

Day

Lily.

Stolen by poets

 Soon the lovers shall be waking from mares

The seekers from their fitful dens of lairs

They will search but find no moon in heaven

It has long since been stolen by the poets 

Johnclarestokes

John Joel

Dream of dreams

johnClare stokes

Lasting evening I dreamed

I was quite the O'Steen

My best dream now

Positive and top hairy

With nairy a gap in the 

Perpetual smile

Eyes a squint from

The glint of wealth

Smooth talker too

Convincing all that

Black was really blue

All you had to do

Was claim it true

And it was quite blue

Best blue now

But lo the rooster did

Crow to awaken me 

To reality

Clawed and flawed

Scales and warts

Gaps and bald

Yellowed shorts

Diet of grass

Blue truly black

No matter how 

Much I quacked 

Best life now?

Five kites

 Five Kites

Came circling 

Chirping 

And I went 

Scurrying

For a camera

Aiming and 

Hitting three

Before they 

Saw me 

And soared 

Rapidly

Down the

Air ways

And away.

DYI vorce

 Do it Yourself

john Clare Stokes

he told her he wanted a 

do it yourself divorce

after all those years

he left her no choice

separate everything

even separate 

ring tones on the phone

we said it has to be

the dementia

or failure to communicate

well he gets it

even if she don't want it.

Awake

 Soon the cynics shall be awaking

The skeptics from their fitful rest

They will see no moon in heaven

It has long since left with the poets

Come Sons

Come sons

John Clare Stokes

Come from far flung

Ports of distant origin

Tell to me

The stories I longed

To hear

With folded hands

And smile set for 

Eternity

I’ve a long, long time

To In this dream

Everything seemed 

as I dreamed

it would be 

there are tender mercies 

in dreams 

we know not

who concocts 

the scenes

but they were real

while we dreamed

As we dreamed

It would be.

Shekinah Friday

 That’s just like Shekinah

Show up on a Friday

The heavenly ladder

 

Missing inaction

 Missing inaction

The dew knew

 The dew knew

For the dew could see

Peering at me

It knew

I could not escape

The piercing gaze

Clouds in my coffee

 To all who had some dreams 

Once I did

You were in them

Only problem

You had already

Awakened