The first one is a repeat from a prior day.
POEM 10
The pen is an unformed repository of words
Not like the keyboard designed for nerds
The poet unleashes another day
Words are nourishment, not just something to say
Let your mind go free, your heart will be strong
A little chaotic nonsense won’t take long
For the seeds of serenity to grow,
The words of the poet are something to know
The structure of the verse is inconsequential
Feelings, emotions are the foundation of sensual
Breathe, release, breathe, release, all will be well
Embrace the new day, many stories to tell
POEM 11
We are all on this planet together
We cannot deny that butterflies affect the weather
Be kind, not just to people, but to mother earth
We can survive, we can even thrive
We will perpetuate the feeling of mirth
We must save the bear and the hive
It’s the little things that make our life grow
We must be careful; we reap what we sow
Reach your hand down, pull up a friend
If we all work together, humanity will never end
POEM 12
He drives down the road, chasing the sun
The miles clip by, he’s singing for fun
The dry sand and sage brush go by in a blur
The scorching sun makes it so hot, not an animal will stir
Slowly, sadness comes over him, making him gray
A day much like this, the grim reaper took his partner away
Life isn’t fair, sometimes it seems mean
The circle of life can feel like a bad dream
POEM 13
The old Adirondack chair has seen much life
It keeps the secret of the wildlife
Many of the days have been good
The weathered paint is peeling from the wood
Been sitting outside for a generation and more
Lucky its not rotten to the core
Made of sturdy stuff, probably outlast me
Much neglect, happy its not angry at me
Been with me through most of my existence
A stalwart friend in my liberation and resistance
Pete's Wisdom 