Too Fresh to Pick

©2017 E. R. Smith

Stand side line watching players ball

Sweat flying, limbs sleek and poised

Alphas in their prime, gorgeous and tall

Ten wonders, beyond average boys

Heart pounding, in awe of design

Taking in all of the whole of them

Eyes large with possible, uncross align

Preparing to pick the best gem

Picky girl observing on high bleachers

Recalled she’s fresh fifteen

Life with these  remarkable creatures

Just for now,  a vivid dream

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The Root of Wisdom: A Tanka

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©2017 E. R. Smith

pray, work, clean, love, truth

elders educate the young

fierce, hard, well, deep, tough

adjectives add to the first

blood roots,  wise ancient beings

Creepy Caper Served Cold

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Slinky sliding, floor warm sticky.  Straight to my goal, aimed   Sounds of rocks on gravel almost deafening.  Room is dark, shadowy like Scooby Doo, when crew enters a place they have no business.  Fan on High, ’cause it’s way too hot.  Crawl sliding, middle of  bedroom behind fan; I stop.  Noise really is loud.  Prepare weapons.  Study victims.  Migdalia, her side, snoring like she’s fighting to breathe, but losing.  Next bed, Mary, mouth open like she’s yelling at ‘Dalia.  Toss my weapons into air.  About a thousand tiny pieces of paper land on them from overhead.  Watch them wake screaming, swatting.  They think insects.  I smile.  Every time they break something  in my room, I feel like swatting them.  Big sister revenge takes planning, maybe losing a night’s sleep; totally worth it.  We are way better at appropriate punishment than parents.  

Sugar That’s Way Too Spicy!

©2017 E. R. Smith

Double dipped an index into the bowl

The taste pulled back is familiar

Once its possession was a heartfelt goal

But now it is only peculiar?

Hot sauce on grilled meat spicy

Your heat brought out my juicy

Aphrodite strutting feeling feisty

Only ours just wasn’t destiny

Crave ice water to wash it down

Dilute you from sense memory

Spicy turned bitter showdown

Don’t need to commit to a felony

Snatch up girdle, realign breasts

Hop down off high bar stool

Follow just what mind suggests

Sugar,  you’re now too old to play fool!