A good peach

So extra succulent that it drips
Down your arm and into the sink.
Juicy summer sweet fruit gets
Better with each hot month as it
Passes from mid May to August.
I am a big fan of luscious peaches.
Their cousins, the nectarines are
Tarter, with a distinct personality,
And lovely but hardly ever as full
Of juice and, being tart not so very
Sweet. A nectarine will not drip its
Summery spirits down your arms.
Your peaches will bathe you in the
Aromatic tastes of a summer's day.

Just another day

Was today typical?

One man's or woman's typical
Is atypical for another. A pickle
That's what it is, figuring out
The ins, outs, or what it's about.
Typical is inimical to rah rah ha!
Typical cries out ho hum and ba!
Hum drum is typical. Ordinary is
Atypical or a typical day. A quiz
Will whiz by in a blink if you can
Say any day is an ordinary one.
Today was typically atypical to
Me. How was it, friend, for you?

Who I am

How would you describe yourself to someone?

Content. Curious.
Amiable. Furious.
Loquacious, oh, or
Reticent. I mean
I'm talkative or not.
Convivial. Aloof.
Gregarious. Self-
Sufficient. Pliable.
Stubborn. Clueless.
Inciteful. Frivolous.
Serious. Hysterical.
Calm. Dramatic or
Matter-of-fact. Kind.
Inconsiderate. Smart.
Silly. Opinionated.
Savvy. Ignorant or
Well-informed. I am
Contradictions. I am
Sanguine. Realistic.

Big teeth

Stock Media

If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be?

Big bodied beasts once 
Wandered over hill and,
You know, dale. Some ate
Others. Others ate leaves.
TRex was scariest, but the
One who is biggest is new
To my vocabulary. He is
Patagotitan mayorum or
Titanosaur. His femur was
8 feet long. My my. Bigger
Than others they've found.
Pata. M. was prone to eating
Plants. Two meat eaters were
Discovered larger than King
Tyrannosaurus. Things have
Changed since I learned my
Lessons at the Museum of
Natural History. They say
From new finds that these
Dinos roamed at different
Geological eras and the
Numbers of how long ago
Are as big or bigger than
The big bodied beasts that
Wandered o'er hills past.

Doomsday the 2nd

Paradise is eroding
The umbrella drinks
They get bigger, the
Island tracts they are
Smaller. We are not
Breathless over their
Beauty, we just can't
Breathe the air it gets
Bigger fills with the
Smell of smoke come
From away the beach
It slips away into the
Waters all so soon, so
Overwhelming. Feel
The heat the fires are
Far away, eroding our
Island drowning our
Peace, our paradise

Doomsday poem 1

The acrid smell of smoke 
Rising. Did they warn us?
Did we expect the heat to
Bring so many pollutants
Into the air? From where?
Change they say is good
But is this the change we
Wanted? The planet is
Changing, shifting at its
Core. This is structural and
Deep. You don't see it as
It comes from within from
Underneath. It comes out
Of nowhere from below so
Suddenly, the center doesn't
Hold. Smoke all around and
Shaken foundations below
The temperatures so high
Is this all the progress we
Have made? Stench, heat

Second course

What foods would you like to make?

Cabbage and cribbage, baggage and ribbage,
Is it red or purple, green or yellow, a
Member of the vegetarian family or
A meat; dairy-white or blood-red like
A pure, well-plied hamburger, bulging
Beyond its roll. Cheeses and milks, ice
Cream or whipping cream, breakfast, or
Dessert. Each meal bigger, sometimes better
Cabbage, lettuce, tomatoes on the vine,
Vying for a place on my plate and in my heart