She held it all inside --
smiled at people on the street.
Picked up groceries, put them in the fridge.
Laundered towels and linens.
Paid bills, made the bed.

Went to work.

But when a cedar waxwing flew into her window,
suddenly it became too much.
No longer was her lover there to
help bury the tiny, lifeless form.

And like a profane, wretched day,
her rain poured.

Warm night, steam from ice.
Hold me down, beneath your body.
Mama's baby drenched in sin,
while you call for me again.

As my lips scrape against your chest,
a single tear falls, grazing my breast.
Knowing it will never be more than this.
Survival of the fittest.

Another year gone
Another new day
Just a minute later
But a brand new way

Resolutions are made
But are they kept?
When the year ends
What will be left?

Plans are meant to keep
Habit are made to break
Motivation will never last
Discipline takes the cake

Don't wait for chances
Winners always take them
Pressure is the difference
Between a rock and a gem

Examine your shadow self
A darker side that lives in stealth
In unguarded moments it shows
What’s hidden inside, only the Shadow knows

A dark clusters of thorns
That strangled the rose
Why it didn’t survive
Only the shadow knows

Waging an internal war
When friends turn to foes
An ugly side reveals itself
Only the shadow knows

A fighter hawk descends on a dove
Why are you at war with what you love
There will be remorse after the abuse
Too weak to resist, there’s just no use

We invited the sun to join us.
To come out from behind that sullen cloud
and share with us late in the morning.

With amber light breaking through,
in tow as company for the day,
our hands were together and warmed
but not by the busy sun.

No offense was taken,
our yellow star assured us,
as we walked between the shadows
being painted all around us.

Bright colored feathers
a bluebird of sorts.
She flew from the house top
to the window of course.
She sat on the sill
and chirped for a bit.
Inside lay a child
alone in its crib.
She started by singing
a sweet nursery song.
That seemed to draw
the cool evening along.
And just as the child
was fast asleep.
She flew off
In the moonlight,
Other errands to keep.

Commencement writing this poem
began December 31st: 2:24 PM
ended December 31st: 03:53 PM.

The best geriatric effort I apply
twittering, ushering, and
albeit wheezing Auld Lang Syne
crocodile done deed tear
will yours truly cry
bidding, orally ejaculating,
issuing, ousting hottest year on record,
where global warming signalled goodbye
annihilating, eradicating, incinerating, et cetera
undiscovered flora and fauna
adieu two thousand twenty three

I was a collection of pixels
In the information age
A fancy bunch of font
Just a character on a page.

A typographical error
That has now been erased
Look back at my text messages
I'm sure you'll be amazed.

It is with a heavy heart
That I announce my demise
A few epithets to myself
Now it's time to eulogise.

I know it's just hyperbole
So forgive me while I enthuse,
No one can follow in my footsteps
Or begin to fill my shoes.

No longer obscured by her tresses of green, she lays under a blanket of white, where the barebones of winter offer up a panoramic view of her surroundings,
Early reminders of springs procreation come into view, and the tender buds and shoots tentatively peer out of slumber and the chilled whispers of new birth anticipate it’s coming.
As the Earth shakes off her icing sugar layer of hoarfrost, and the sun wipes the sleep from her eyes, The Robin sings his Strong and passionate territorial differendum to the wood.

With a solid winter wind
she blew out from the east
racing on skis with long strides
slicing through iridescent snow...

Remington Riffle slung low,
secured, over her back.
Shells in deep pockets,
of the blue nylon vest...
*
Destination target west!
Feel the dot of red light
from a good mile away,
count the seconds as they fly.

Time in a heartbeat on high
a fraction of a single breath
when you put it to the test
impact is swift and final!