Pistachio
You little green nut.
Raw, Roasted, Pistachio.
Flavors I cherish.
2013 Albert Moyer, Jr.
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Bacteria
Cocci, Bacilli,
Spirilla, Staph, Strep, display.
Wide diversity.
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The Eye
Beautiful, watchful
If you look deeply at it.
You can see my soul.
2013 Albert Moyer, Jr.
Bike
Sprocket pedal wheel
Push the legs hard up and down.
See the world today
2013 Albert Moyer, Jr.
Friday
Working these long hours.
Tired, stressed, overwhelmed, daily.
Thank God. It’s Friday!
Music
Hear it,
See it, Feel it.
Piercing, Mellow, Rhythmic.
Healing, Calming, Soothing, Dancing.
Music
2013 Albert Moyer, Jr.
Flower
Pollen flies along
Stigma waits to germinate
Scents of love fill air.
The Model
Your beauty stellar
Dark hair flowing in the wind
Brown eyes enchanting
Red lips soft and succulent
The World admires your beauty
2013 Albert Moyer, Jr.
The Hillbilly
Posted: April 12, 2013 in PoetryTags: bluegrass, Hillbilly, limerick, More about me, Old-time music, Poetry, United States
The Hillbilly
A hillbilly met a new friend.
Who lived near a stream at the bend.
His banjo he played.
His moonshine he made.
The music it never did end.
2013 Albert Moyer, Jr.
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