Naked Ears
Been walking with naked ears Been walking that way for years Love having open hearing Birds chirping Bugs zinging Wind in the trees The sounds of nature Not so sure Why people find headsets So endearing Love my naked hearing
I wrote the draft of this poem on a friends Facebook page after she posted about walking without a headset on. I don’t wear a headset, I don’t check my phone, answer email or texts when I am out walking. I am there for the walk and the live experience of the walk.
When you walk do you walk with Naked Ears?
Observations in Nature
I wrote this poem after watching a muskrat swim by with a tender shoot of bulrush in it’s mouth. The muskrat had to dodge around a beer can to get to it’s burrow under this tree.
Muskrat and beer cans
Pop cans and turtles
Coffee cups and frogs
Cellophane wrappers and herons
Balloons and ducks
Plastic bags
Sharing the pond
All shining in the sun
Ain’t nature divine?
Raccoon and cigarette butt carcasses
Along side the road
Opossums no longer scampering
Rotting in the sun
Birds wings fluttered by passing cars
Unmoving bodies flying no more
Plastic bags fluttering in the trees
All shining in the sun
Ain’t nature beautiful?
Ain’t nature beautiful?
Ain’t nature grand?
People
Oh People!
What are we doing to our land?
Dan Beresford, June 18th, 2021
This poem will be added to the book I am writing… “100 Terrible Short Stories and Poems”
Thoughtless Writing
The title expresses my feeling about more than 90% of the written communication I receive today. Email and text and crappy, boring flyers. I was speaking with a fellow poet earlier today and that started a bunch of thoughts rolling around in my brain. Here is the first draft of a poem that came from those thoughts and feelings. I think it needs work but as a guy who loves words and poetry and tries to communicate emotions and evoke a response I know it is going somewhere.
Black marks on a white background
Pixels forming the shapes of letters
Words on a screen
Slashed and pecked
Clicked and clacked
Thumbed or fingered
And click to send
Drab and boring
Unemotional
No beauty
No flow
Just click and go
The power of words
Thoughtlessly ignored
Sacrificed for speed
Just to meet the instant need
Written in haste
Thoughtless writing
A waste
No description
No emotion
Perhaps an emoticon
Click and gone
Then move on
No thought for the deed
Of writing words for others to heed
No sharing of soul
Speed the only goal
Thoughtless writing
Words on a screen
No cadence or flow
Words sent in haste
Bland and boring
(Excuse my snoring)
‘Twas the Month Before Christmas
My musings this week lead me to write my first Christmas poem. The ending is a little week and the poem is still a work in progress. I hope you enjoy it and I welcome your feedback.
Cheers,
Dan
‘Twas the month before Christmas
Grammas and grandpas, uncles and aunts were planning with glee
Christmas gifts for under the tree
Skates for Suzie
An e-book for Ned
A dolly for Tasha
Maybe a tablet instead
Parcels were packed
Cards were signed
And Monday morning they woke to find
Their gift sending in a bind
No mail was moving
Not even an inch
The mail was frozen like the heart of a Grinch
The mail would not move by foot or by car
Not by plane or by train
Not by truck or by bike
The posties were on strike
They cried for benefits
For hours and pay
And in the warehouse the mail would stay
Until they got their way
A ruling was made up on the hill
To work the posties must go
So to work they show but ever so slow
No smaller do the mountains of parcels grow
Now brothers in arms
Block the way
Continuing the delay
The unions are holding our nation at bay
Caring not for sobs and sighs
Or the little one’s cries
Ruining Christmas for those far away
Alas what a sad day