The image of her
exudes in a radiant
soft pink rose bouquet
In the eyes of the love beholder
Sweet scene blooming
after April shower
with a splendor view
she carries herself in
white wedding gown
With her luscious lips of
breathtaking smiling
In a greenish flourish display
Under the warm delight
She embraces it with jubilant and glee
She is not in a hurry to show off her
innate exquisiteness
but move in a graceful showcase
Awaiting to portray
her beauty kind

Courtesy Goofus and Gallant
who began their broadly-drawn
moral plays in the 1950s,
initially depicted as identical twins,
but later on, editors for Highlights
indicated the two were brothers,
but not twins, and by 1995,
they simply existed as two unrelated boys.

Analogously, ineptly, and uniformly juxtaposed
slipshod verse best flushed down toilet
or slid down into the behavioral sink
of garbage disposal,
yours truly presents the following
worthless trademark worded poem.

Jail
A place
I would go
Said the police
To me in the back
Of the policeman’s car
Because of what I had done
An act I would forever hate
New promises that I would now make
To assure me that my actions would change

My last purpose and thoughts
were to stand in the sun,
but as travesty unraveled
I simply fell refusing to run.
No longer dwelling on the past
nor delving into the future.
Sufficient unto the day
was the evil thereof,
dark days had fallen .
My hopes had come undone,
but notwithstanding all of this
the moment had come.
Would I rise from my knees
and walk into the sun?
Or would or would I sit wait
having been stung.