Heed not Steve

Category: poetry

On And

pigeon songs
learned
from pigeons

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© Steve Mitchell 2023 

It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere

he likes the moonshine –
no, not that…well, yeah
he likes them both

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© Steve Mitchell 2023 

Rhyme . . . O’Clock

one, two
buckle my belt

three, four
well that didn’t rhyme

five, okay, you know what?
stop, just stop. The wheels have come off. What are we doing here?

seven, eight
this is just great

Oh! Hey! That one rhymed! All right!

nine, ten
don’t mess it up…


damnit

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© Steve Mitchell 2023 

Come Out

to bed
before
the stars

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© Steve Mitchell 2023 

In The House With Her Mouth

housefly flying
and our dog
trying to catch it

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© Steve Mitchell 2023 

Rolling

almost summer –
she puts a dog seat on
her bicycle

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© Steve Mitchell 2023 

Sol

so dang warm –
in the shade of the house
tall grass

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© Steve Mitchell 2023 

Not My Place

storm clouds
rolling all angry or –
maybe they’re happy

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© Steve Mitchell 2023 

Well Yeah

longer days –
awake before his head
leaves the pillow

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© Steve Mitchell 2023 

Happy Mother’s Day 2023

Day

Mothers

Happy