“Violence”
Let not rage of heart
guide clenched fists to violence,
but to open aid.
Steve D
Let not rage of heart
guide clenched fists to violence,
but to open aid.
Steve D
Temporary sheen,
briefest sign of clean before
scuffs from little feet.
Steve D
Serene winter night,
warmed by amber candlelight,
portent of sun bright.
Steve D
Creativity
flows, or rather, stacks like bricks.
Miniature play.
Steve D
Excitement borders
on impatience for the day
of toy unwrapping.
Steve D
Years of history,
momentary connections,
dormant roots regrown.
Steve D
Point in the distance,
or on the tip of one’s nose,
to set one’s heading.
Steve D
Leafy green banner,
verdant flag in the desert,
remains, defiant.
Steve D
Protecting Country-
all people, land, air, water.
Without these, nothing.
Steve D
Ruling by whim or coin,
petty vengeance, straight cruelty.
Autocrat of greed.
Steve D