Poems About: GOLF

i see. group of tiny yellow birds
gatherings seeds at the green
they hop, hop and start to sing
they never scratch the ground read more »

Driving that blue Volvo
Parked strategically in a free spot
Escorting me through Chicago streets
Adept at the social nightlife scene read more »

i feel bad hitting branch
with my errant golf ball
it broke it off and fall
i pick up, large as thumb read more »

Sunday morning disc golf is a most spiritual thing:
the metallic jingle of chains as church bells ring

the sight of a disc being launched through the air read more »

Masters of small spinning balls
golf balls tennis balls baseballs
basket balls foot balls
are worth millions read more »

garbage truck collecting
taking its usual round
must be end of week
tomorrow is golf day read more »

i saw golf-ball in water
deep as my cup of wine
sign of impact still visible
thread of cloud; a crater read more »

there were sad days
i stare at ceiling
thinking to be better
only to burst laughing read more »

When you are not around
images of you are
whispered in my ears.
Oh God Dana, you are walking read more »

The human mind is like
playing checkers without the board
doing a crossword with out any words
eating soup with your hands read more »

Is this
what awaits us all
gone love once holy
holed is this never used gown read more »

I stand surveying the angles
And slopes of the land
A plan in my mind and a golf club in my hand read more »