NOXIOUS

 From slippery soil sold to suckers one toxic seed

Surreptitiously erupts into weed that strengthens and swells,

Set to spread ruinous, endless seed in paradise.

At the touch untrained gardeners risk suffering and death,

So experts come at their leisure to extract the monster.

By then it’s too late.

Seeds have multiplied the alien’s reach and gardeners live in fear forever.

 

Goodbye Garden of Eden.

Hello sin and giant hogweed hell. 



GUARDIANS 

In summer guardians affect delight

They emerge during moist heat and sunlight

Protecting all from stinging foes in flight

Equipped with skilled wings against looming bite

Gentle patrols grace air with dance and might

Their colours vary, splendour subject to sight

Their appearance gives some startle and fright

Their name mythical, noble, plinth of height

Fearless, friendly, calm resting on hand right

Kind allies in summer’s bloodthirsty fight



THE FATE OF HATE

 Don’t we hate it when people hate

It’s much like a swollen prostate

Or a rupturing appendix,

Perhaps sepsis. That’s hard to fix.

But whatever dams our being

Seldom spreads beyond self-bleeding.

Hate harms the hater and others

Friends, family, sisters, brothers.

Arrows pierce the archer’s own soul

Without love we’ll never be whole

Anguish is inevitable

But hate is so avoidable

Vain vengeance brings its own defeat

When mad hate and destruction meet.

Yet Wisdom calls; ears don’t hear

Eyes cannot see; souls do not fear.

MOUSE 

There’s a mouse in our house

Where there’s one, there are more

The house, the shelter of humans,

Cannot abide the invaders

Those unthinking venture capitalists

They enter through holes

As small as a quarter

Making their winter home inside a human home

Eating through wood and enjoying human heat

Running to the kitchen in search of food,

Leaving evidence that they found some.

Traps sometimes catch them,

Other times they feed the rodents

Poison is injudicious for predators of mice

Then summer comes and mice go camping.

During that vacation time humans try to plug holes

To prevent next fall’s infiltration.

They endure, survive, and thrive.