The Fate of Coral

To be about to do something

Lariats of cowboys or girls, dear
Annie Oakley who believed in fire;
 
Attenuated, reduced force, what
Momentum, we can observe our
Outpouring of great love for tasks.
Drown yourself in this motion.
 
Laissez-faire economy, practiced,
Accept the now and what I can do.
 
Attainment of each owner or
Servant.  I am a servant; let me be.
Outstanding writing, I promise to
Take this book, read, print quotes.

Moustaches of master-mind men.
Across the city they traveled in
Streamlined vehicles, and acted.
Honing this improvisational game;
Elfin fairies came with the house.
Honeycomb formed on the house.
Unlikelihood of my successful life.

To bring about

Laughing at spellings, tattoos were
Improvised, sometimes unwanted.
Growling service dog given
Rigorous training.  The dangers
Of how time is spent, that people
Make a joke of others surprised by

FATE or
Gaul.  I should have been more
Observant.  I could have made
Real friends, and been like a fish
Accepting its tank.  The tyke grew.
Lemons have gone out of season.

FATED
Susan was his teacher last year.
Heaven sent coupons she cuts
Even though the prices are still
Gross, and a new way of teaching
Others is needed.  These brilliant
Renters watch Judge Judy, for
A long time, every day.  I’ve just
Learned that the team wished
Outrageous ills upon other teams.
 
Nobility cannot accept win as loss;
Even when my breath is not bad
Confederations market floss.
Here in the corn fields, farmers
Retread what is there after the
Autumn harvest.  Thanksgiving.
Torches for crème brû·lée,
Steamed milk for lattes.

FATEFUL
Guava-flavored coconut water,
Outstretched arms in a yoga pose.
Reaching for the ceiling.  I can’t
Appease appeals, when objective
Litigants ask for more time to be
Imprudent is just not slow enough.

FATHER AV ABA

TO FATHER
Like sitting in a chair too long,
Elbows feel cramped, muscles,
Have a life too, being taught.
Often I look at pictures of my
Lovely son; he is always at school.
Imprudence is not a lack of love.
Dogs dwell in their cages: prisons..

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Nobility cannot accept win as loss;
"Even when my breath is not bad
Confederations market floss.
Here in the corn fields, farmers
Retread what is there after the
Autumn harvest. Thanksgiving.
Torches for crème brû·lée,
Steamed milk for lattes. "
Many good places and vision create by your words. I like how you make people and places come alive in your words. A strong ending to the excellent poetry.
Coyote