Here are Poems 21 and 22. Lets see if I can play catch up and get in 8 more by end of the last day today.

Poem # 21

All This Talk

All this talk about tax

and middle class

while I think about

planting seeds.

I plant this seed and

it will sprout without

much interference

on my part.

I want to sow the seed of

forgiveness

love

compassion.

What will it yield?

All this talk about

gas prices

oil companies

and politics.

While I think about

paying bills

cleaning house

cooking meals.

I want to pay tribute

to my parents

who worked hard

to get me here;

I want to clean up

the environment

of pollutions

and toxic waste.

I want to cook up

a new idea for ending war.

Does any of that help?

Can we talk?

Poem #22

Why do robins walk across the street when they can fly?
             Why do I stop to let them cross?
              I want to fly, they want to walk.
                 If I sing, will they talk?
          Into my home, should I let them live,
            cook, clean and sleep in my bed?
     Should I build a nest high in the apple tree,
              for me and my whole family?                 
      Imagine the gossip among the red red robins.
                 Would they gather for tea
                        under the tree
              and look up pointing, look, see?
                  Will they start a petition to
                         force me out?
                 Will they form a picket line
                           and shout?
                               No;
                         they will walk,
                           I will wait,
                         ‘til they cross
                     and I will fly, fly, fly.