You've a gentle soul.
Kindness and love are in your heart.
See that there they stay!
Copyright, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Hearts In The Desert
Succulents bending toward each other
forming hearts of love
Tempered only by the sand
Copyright, 2007
forming hearts of love
Tempered only by the sand
Copyright, 2007
VISIONS IN THE SAND
Dancing waves of heat
Scorch the mirrors of my eyes
Curiosity
Wonderment of the next stop
I see palm trees and oceans.
Copyright, 2007
Scorch the mirrors of my eyes
Curiosity
Wonderment of the next stop
I see palm trees and oceans.
Copyright, 2007
MANY TEARS
I see by moonlight
The tears welling in your eyes
The frown of your lips
The sadness in your crying
Because you don't want me gone
In the moonlight glare
Eyes well up with many tears
As I also weep
And you prepare to leave me
Should we stretch for that last kiss
Can we say goodbye
As we wipe away the tears
Or maybe just walk
To our different corners
To live our separate lives
Copyright, 2007
The tears welling in your eyes
The frown of your lips
The sadness in your crying
Because you don't want me gone
In the moonlight glare
Eyes well up with many tears
As I also weep
And you prepare to leave me
Should we stretch for that last kiss
Can we say goodbye
As we wipe away the tears
Or maybe just walk
To our different corners
To live our separate lives
Copyright, 2007
THE LAW OF WATER
The picture I draw of the dam that I saw
Just before it burst and the water ran raw
Was a peaceful and quietly muted spring thaw
But the log jam groaned and I ran with clenched jaw
Copyright, 2007
Just before it burst and the water ran raw
Was a peaceful and quietly muted spring thaw
But the log jam groaned and I ran with clenched jaw
Copyright, 2007
Shall We Gather at the River?
We who frequent Gather
Shamelessly gather points.
We connect with friends and colleagues.
We gather them and anoint
The many of us together
To reap rewards of kinds.
Can I comment on your work?
I'll read your comments on mine.
Copyright, 2007
Shamelessly gather points.
We connect with friends and colleagues.
We gather them and anoint
The many of us together
To reap rewards of kinds.
Can I comment on your work?
I'll read your comments on mine.
Copyright, 2007
Click on a Limerick # 1
It cannot be all of that hard
To sit and relax in my yard
And eat one meal in peace
'Til comes the wing'd police
And they find me badly off guard
Copyright, 2007
To sit and relax in my yard
And eat one meal in peace
'Til comes the wing'd police
And they find me badly off guard
Copyright, 2007
Click on a Limerick #2
I once knew a gal named Beth Pine
Who sat in a cup full of wine
She sipped it all up
From her paper cup
And since then she's been feeling fine
Copyright, 2007
Who sat in a cup full of wine
She sipped it all up
From her paper cup
And since then she's been feeling fine
Copyright, 2007
Click on a Limerick #3
Mama your day now draws near
Your escape route looks so clear
It's right next to the pies
I hear your deep sighs as
You wind your way to the beer
Copyright, 2007
Your escape route looks so clear
It's right next to the pies
I hear your deep sighs as
You wind your way to the beer
Copyright, 2007
Click on a Limerick #4 (for Bill)
The was a young man named Bill
Who lived on the side of a hill
He gazed down o've the town
Then set his monocle down
To take a big bite of brill.
The brill was salty at best
Bill laid down his fork to rest
He watched the town again
To see o're that which he reigned
And said, "I love it!" with zest.
Copyright, 2007
Who lived on the side of a hill
He gazed down o've the town
Then set his monocle down
To take a big bite of brill.
The brill was salty at best
Bill laid down his fork to rest
He watched the town again
To see o're that which he reigned
And said, "I love it!" with zest.
Copyright, 2007
time - a poem
time cannot be stilled.
it keeps its own clock
ticking past
the sun dials
in the light
of day.
it races through
the window panes
in the sky.
it circles around
weather vanes,
then doubles back
playing tag.
silently,
it slips away.
tomorrow,
maybe tomorrow,
we will find the time.
Copyright, 2007
it keeps its own clock
ticking past
the sun dials
in the light
of day.
it races through
the window panes
in the sky.
it circles around
weather vanes,
then doubles back
playing tag.
silently,
it slips away.
tomorrow,
maybe tomorrow,
we will find the time.
Copyright, 2007
The Simple Life of a Dandelion
My tired feet don’t want to blow
Down that winding road.
If I can stay right here, my friend,
These seeds I will have sowed.
I’ll tell you simply how I am
You tell me what you’ve hoed,
Yet, if my addled brain won’t work
I’ll simply just explode.
My life might be a simple one
You pass on by, my friend,
With simple pleasures found along
A road that wants to bend.
A day as simply fine as this
Won’t come along again -
To live a life so free and sweet
Is life that cannot end.
Copyright, 2007
Down that winding road.
If I can stay right here, my friend,
These seeds I will have sowed.
I’ll tell you simply how I am
You tell me what you’ve hoed,
Yet, if my addled brain won’t work
I’ll simply just explode.
My life might be a simple one
You pass on by, my friend,
With simple pleasures found along
A road that wants to bend.
A day as simply fine as this
Won’t come along again -
To live a life so free and sweet
Is life that cannot end.
Copyright, 2007
Batteries
They light up our lives
There's no harm in their charge
They bring forth the juice
The come small, they come large
You find them all here
You order, they ship
"I'm in charge," they all say
Of lighting your ship!
Copyright, 2007
There's no harm in their charge
They bring forth the juice
The come small, they come large
You find them all here
You order, they ship
"I'm in charge," they all say
Of lighting your ship!
Copyright, 2007
Time is Timeless?
time is timeless?
how can that be?
to be it and not?
i don't know. maybe.
Copyright, 2007
how can that be?
to be it and not?
i don't know. maybe.
Copyright, 2007
Anthology
Just my opinion
for what it's worth,
I think your work is worthwhile.
If you are not published
You sure should be.
Your verse you should compile!
for what it's worth,
I think your work is worthwhile.
If you are not published
You sure should be.
Your verse you should compile!
I'm a Tad Confused
I'm a tad confused y'know
The tadpole said to the reed,
The tad is a lad who swims all day
Yet is sad beyond the weed.
I come here often, thinking of you
You grew up here with me,
But a tad's too little to get through the rough
And find the meaning for free.
So on I'll swim back up my stream
And find my tadpole lament,
To explain how the reed came from a seed
And grew up to be a gent.
The tadpole said to the reed,
The tad is a lad who swims all day
Yet is sad beyond the weed.
I come here often, thinking of you
You grew up here with me,
But a tad's too little to get through the rough
And find the meaning for free.
So on I'll swim back up my stream
And find my tadpole lament,
To explain how the reed came from a seed
And grew up to be a gent.
Do You Remember When?
Do you remember when you used to hold my hand?
We walkied barefoot leaving trails in the sand.
Do you remember when we warmed our hearts by the fire?
We cuddled and sighed deeply as we loved.
Do you remember when rain drops fell on our heads?
The oceans reared upward fighting back against the sands of time.
Do you remember when tears fell on our hearts?
The mountains heaved and shouted rock down, down in a landslide.
Do you remember when we used to seek out each other?
We had to find the time to be together.
Do you remember when, my darling?
I won't forget to remember when, don't you forget to remember.
We walkied barefoot leaving trails in the sand.
Do you remember when we warmed our hearts by the fire?
We cuddled and sighed deeply as we loved.
Do you remember when rain drops fell on our heads?
The oceans reared upward fighting back against the sands of time.
Do you remember when tears fell on our hearts?
The mountains heaved and shouted rock down, down in a landslide.
Do you remember when we used to seek out each other?
We had to find the time to be together.
Do you remember when, my darling?
I won't forget to remember when, don't you forget to remember.
Divine Arrogance
Divine arrogance is playing a trick on thee.
Mother Nature won't rain, she dries out the sea.
Father Sun makes us hot, brings us to our knees,
We need dancing intervention for water, if you please.
The creeks won't rise when it swelters like this.
The oceans' mist simply does not exist.
The trees loose their leaves, they're all brown and barren
There are no birds in flight, not even a heron.
We're thinking that divine arrogance is mistaken for wrath,
Maybe a chuckle gone bad to a laugh.
If Mother Nature could see fit to give us a break,
Then, Father Sun may comply and slow down the bake.
Mother Nature won't rain, she dries out the sea.
Father Sun makes us hot, brings us to our knees,
We need dancing intervention for water, if you please.
The creeks won't rise when it swelters like this.
The oceans' mist simply does not exist.
The trees loose their leaves, they're all brown and barren
There are no birds in flight, not even a heron.
We're thinking that divine arrogance is mistaken for wrath,
Maybe a chuckle gone bad to a laugh.
If Mother Nature could see fit to give us a break,
Then, Father Sun may comply and slow down the bake.
My Resident Critic
My resident critic is beside me to say,
My time on computers, she thinks, is play.
She barks commands, "Mom, rise from your chair!"
The back yard, the outdoors, she'd rather be there.
She let's me know in terms uncertain,
"Turn off the 'puter, open the curtain,"
"There's life out there." She wiggles these words,
"Mom, let's take a walk, let's chase the birds!"
So, I turn off the switch and shut down the screen
And we head to the door. Goodbye life serene.
How can I resist my 8-inch-tall friend?
With a leash and a clip, we're off again.
My time on computers, she thinks, is play.
She barks commands, "Mom, rise from your chair!"
The back yard, the outdoors, she'd rather be there.
She let's me know in terms uncertain,
"Turn off the 'puter, open the curtain,"
"There's life out there." She wiggles these words,
"Mom, let's take a walk, let's chase the birds!"
So, I turn off the switch and shut down the screen
And we head to the door. Goodbye life serene.
How can I resist my 8-inch-tall friend?
With a leash and a clip, we're off again.
"Ells Bells, from a very confused poet
Ellison Ellsworth said,
" 'Ells Bells"
Every time on the ice he fell.
He'd pick himself up,
Brush himself off
And climb to the top o' the dell.
Ellison lived
On Pellican Street,
On the top of the hill o' 'ell.
It was there he would dwell,
But occasionally'd bid farewell
And slide his way down to 'ell,
Ell's wife, Danielle
Gave an umbrella yellow
For balance to use if he fell.
But he was hesitant and so
The umbrella stayed home
For, at falling, he felt he'd excelled.
Now, un-conveniently located
At the bottom of the dell
Was a bell the town fathers made,
And it hung like a shell
Just above the well
In the path of the slide from 'ell.
So, slipping and sliding and haphazard gliding
Ellison Ellsworth would rush pell-mell
To the bottom of the dell
Wherein he would yell,
"Move the bell! Move the bell!"
"Oh, 'ells bells!"
" 'Ells Bells"
Every time on the ice he fell.
He'd pick himself up,
Brush himself off
And climb to the top o' the dell.
Ellison lived
On Pellican Street,
On the top of the hill o' 'ell.
It was there he would dwell,
But occasionally'd bid farewell
And slide his way down to 'ell,
Ell's wife, Danielle
Gave an umbrella yellow
For balance to use if he fell.
But he was hesitant and so
The umbrella stayed home
For, at falling, he felt he'd excelled.
Now, un-conveniently located
At the bottom of the dell
Was a bell the town fathers made,
And it hung like a shell
Just above the well
In the path of the slide from 'ell.
So, slipping and sliding and haphazard gliding
Ellison Ellsworth would rush pell-mell
To the bottom of the dell
Wherein he would yell,
"Move the bell! Move the bell!"
"Oh, 'ells bells!"
Little Things
There, on the shelf in my kitchen, sit my many bottles of herbs and spices. They are little bottles, most usually less than a few ounces. Yet, they are packed with potency! What fragrance! What taste! They transform the dullest of foods into cullinery delights. They are little things, but they are big things for me.
There, on the carpet next to my desk, sits my little dog. She's so tiny, only 8 inches tall, with a tail that can beat up my face in the morning as she wakes me up to take her outside. She's a little thing, but she's so very big to me.
There, sitting on that desk, is my laptop computer. It's smaller than a personal computer, it's a little thing. It's my lifeline to the world: to my family, my friends, my work, my outside. It's a little thing, but it's so big to me.
There, on the bed, sits my son. He used to be a tiny little thing. Born prematurely, and at less than 5.5 pounds, he was so small that when my husband held him in his arm that the boy barely stretched up to his elbow. Now, he's almost up to 6 feet, and a very big person to me.
There, in a dish on the nightstand, next to my side of the bed and on the other side of my desk, sits a ring. I took it off my finger recently. My bare finger feels funny. It feels, well, naked and bare. There is a mark there where the shape of my finger became molded around the band. I put my ring back on for special occasions: when I go grocery shopping, when I go to lunch with the girls. It's such a tiny little thing, but it's ever so precious and so very big to me.
Thank you for sharing my love of little things with me.
There, on the carpet next to my desk, sits my little dog. She's so tiny, only 8 inches tall, with a tail that can beat up my face in the morning as she wakes me up to take her outside. She's a little thing, but she's so very big to me.
There, sitting on that desk, is my laptop computer. It's smaller than a personal computer, it's a little thing. It's my lifeline to the world: to my family, my friends, my work, my outside. It's a little thing, but it's so big to me.
There, on the bed, sits my son. He used to be a tiny little thing. Born prematurely, and at less than 5.5 pounds, he was so small that when my husband held him in his arm that the boy barely stretched up to his elbow. Now, he's almost up to 6 feet, and a very big person to me.
There, in a dish on the nightstand, next to my side of the bed and on the other side of my desk, sits a ring. I took it off my finger recently. My bare finger feels funny. It feels, well, naked and bare. There is a mark there where the shape of my finger became molded around the band. I put my ring back on for special occasions: when I go grocery shopping, when I go to lunch with the girls. It's such a tiny little thing, but it's ever so precious and so very big to me.
Thank you for sharing my love of little things with me.
Writing my own epitaph
Writing my own epitaph
When I die
I want to lie
Near the sand and sea.
If that won't work,
Don't have a quirk,
Throw me to the lee.
When I die
I want to lie
Near the sand and sea.
If that won't work,
Don't have a quirk,
Throw me to the lee.
Edible Rhyme Thyme
Corn on the cob is tasty
It goes well with a rib eye steak
A salad on the side
I sit down with pride
But the phone rings and takes the cake
***
He tore off the corn from the cob
With his teeth he gnawed to the nob
The kernels went flying
The cob it was crying
The ears they did not hear the sob
***
My favorite food is asparagus
There are no rhymes for it, I guess
I'll find a green stalk
And mark it white with a chalk
But, oh, I'll have made such a mess
***
Artichokes are yummy leafy greens
Vegies with a heart it seems
But don't eat the choke
It's not good for the folk
You'd have been better off to eat beans
***
I cannot describe how I felt
When the server brought my patty melt
The cheese was ooey
The bread was phoey
And the plate needed a good swift belt
***
The cantina dancer was nimble
Her waist was a thin as a thimble
The drinks were a-flowin'
The wind was a-blowin'
But the food was as sparse as a cymbal
The bartender tended his keep
Into the glass I would weep
I came here for fun
I left with no one
And was hungry not looking for sleep
I walked out into the night
The stars they were all shining bright
The dancer she followed
I gulped and I swallowed
At her place I could catch a bite
***
She asked for a poem 'bout food
I guess I was in a mood
My fingers dance as they type
But his tummy it did gripe
I should go and feed my dude
***
I wanted to rhyme with pickle
But I found that it was fickle
There are so many words
That rhyme with birds
But not many that we can tickle
***
There goes my buddy, Hector
He watches the bees gather nectar
They buzz his head
As they head for bed
My buddy is a honey collector
***
Kahlua, I make mine at home
I can't drink while I'm all alone
I have quite a bit
Come over, come sit
I'll wish you a welcome. "Shalom!"
***
I think I am done for the night
It seems that I've lost my light
The Kahlua I poured
The taste I adored
But it's time to say, "Nighty night!"
Corn on the cob is tasty
It goes well with a rib eye steak
A salad on the side
I sit down with pride
But the phone rings and takes the cake
***
He tore off the corn from the cob
With his teeth he gnawed to the nob
The kernels went flying
The cob it was crying
The ears they did not hear the sob
***
My favorite food is asparagus
There are no rhymes for it, I guess
I'll find a green stalk
And mark it white with a chalk
But, oh, I'll have made such a mess
***
Artichokes are yummy leafy greens
Vegies with a heart it seems
But don't eat the choke
It's not good for the folk
You'd have been better off to eat beans
***
I cannot describe how I felt
When the server brought my patty melt
The cheese was ooey
The bread was phoey
And the plate needed a good swift belt
***
The cantina dancer was nimble
Her waist was a thin as a thimble
The drinks were a-flowin'
The wind was a-blowin'
But the food was as sparse as a cymbal
The bartender tended his keep
Into the glass I would weep
I came here for fun
I left with no one
And was hungry not looking for sleep
I walked out into the night
The stars they were all shining bright
The dancer she followed
I gulped and I swallowed
At her place I could catch a bite
***
She asked for a poem 'bout food
I guess I was in a mood
My fingers dance as they type
But his tummy it did gripe
I should go and feed my dude
***
I wanted to rhyme with pickle
But I found that it was fickle
There are so many words
That rhyme with birds
But not many that we can tickle
***
There goes my buddy, Hector
He watches the bees gather nectar
They buzz his head
As they head for bed
My buddy is a honey collector
***
Kahlua, I make mine at home
I can't drink while I'm all alone
I have quite a bit
Come over, come sit
I'll wish you a welcome. "Shalom!"
***
I think I am done for the night
It seems that I've lost my light
The Kahlua I poured
The taste I adored
But it's time to say, "Nighty night!"
The Satire Poem
The Satire Poem; do I need to explain?
I wrote a piece.
Did it exist?
Did it get read?
Did you get the gist?
Was it satirical?
Or just plain dumb?
I wrote it for all,
Not just for one.
Is it visible?
Did they pull my word?
I need to know.
This is absurd!
I wrote a piece.
Did it exist?
Did it get read?
Did you get the gist?
Was it satirical?
Or just plain dumb?
I wrote it for all,
Not just for one.
Is it visible?
Did they pull my word?
I need to know.
This is absurd!
Noises from the Storm
The lightening it scares her.
The flashes ~ she runs!
The storm sure 'nuf shakes her,
Like the shooting of guns.
The noise it does blare
The lap offers help
The poor puppy whines
Yet, she loses the yelp.
The flashes ~ she runs!
The storm sure 'nuf shakes her,
Like the shooting of guns.
The noise it does blare
The lap offers help
The poor puppy whines
Yet, she loses the yelp.
The Green Chameleon
You are the perfect specimen, a changing green chameleon,
A wanderer of tales and tides you bring to me, my persimmon.
You love to travel with your feet; I see your footsteps in the sand.
I'll go with you, to find the lead, the horses all have gone to land.
To reap rewards we seek our fare, we dally here, we dally there.
You stub your toe and walk on by the feathers in the desert lair;
I'll follow in your footsteps rife with boulders under sun-burnt hand.
I hear you calling out my name when I am deafened by winded band
Of storm clouds harried out of dusk that break loose from the thunder skys.
And can you feel the lightening that I see that's thrown down from your eyes?
A wanderer of tales and tides you bring to me, my persimmon.
You love to travel with your feet; I see your footsteps in the sand.
I'll go with you, to find the lead, the horses all have gone to land.
To reap rewards we seek our fare, we dally here, we dally there.
You stub your toe and walk on by the feathers in the desert lair;
I'll follow in your footsteps rife with boulders under sun-burnt hand.
I hear you calling out my name when I am deafened by winded band
Of storm clouds harried out of dusk that break loose from the thunder skys.
And can you feel the lightening that I see that's thrown down from your eyes?
I See Illegal Aliens
I See Illegal Aliens
Some people see dead people.
I see illegal aliens.
I live one town over from Area 51, in Nevada.
They appear above and over my town all the time.
I even know some of their names.
Some of them have families.
They buzz the cars on the highway that travel through my little town.
They don’t send their kids to our schools yet. There is too much hollering about illegal aliens.
But, they’ve been spotted shopping at the local Wal-Mart, buying up the supplies of sunscreen.
___
No one was harmed in the making of this article! This is strictly a spoof. Don’t persecute me!
Some people see dead people.
I see illegal aliens.
I live one town over from Area 51, in Nevada.
They appear above and over my town all the time.
I even know some of their names.
Some of them have families.
They buzz the cars on the highway that travel through my little town.
They don’t send their kids to our schools yet. There is too much hollering about illegal aliens.
But, they’ve been spotted shopping at the local Wal-Mart, buying up the supplies of sunscreen.
___
No one was harmed in the making of this article! This is strictly a spoof. Don’t persecute me!
The Witch With The Twitch
The Witch With The Twitch
Have you seen the witch with the twitch in her eye?
She winks and she blinks to the beat of the sky.
How many times must she mount broom and fly?
As many times as it takes to get rid of the sty!
Have you seen the witch with the twitch in her eye?
She winks and she blinks to the beat of the sky.
How many times must she mount broom and fly?
As many times as it takes to get rid of the sty!
Nothing, a poem
NOTHING
I can do naught but think of you.
What kind of hold on me have you
that I cannot sleep?
I hear your laughter in my dreams.
I cannot breathe.
I find your scent on my clothes.
I cannot eat.
I break my bread to share with you,
I cannot see.
I see naught but your eyes smiling at me,
I cannot taste.
I taste only your sweetness upon my lips and tongue.
I cannot feel.
I feel your touch as you linger upon my soul,
I cannot embrace.
Only you are who holds me.
I can do naught but think of you.
I can do naught but think of you.
What kind of hold on me have you
that I cannot sleep?
I hear your laughter in my dreams.
I cannot breathe.
I find your scent on my clothes.
I cannot eat.
I break my bread to share with you,
I cannot see.
I see naught but your eyes smiling at me,
I cannot taste.
I taste only your sweetness upon my lips and tongue.
I cannot feel.
I feel your touch as you linger upon my soul,
I cannot embrace.
Only you are who holds me.
I can do naught but think of you.
The Gray Ghost ~ a poem
THE GRAY GHOST
The Gray Ghost comes to visit,
'Low this night of travel o'er land and sea
To find the one he's sought for years,
The one who waits. He's come for me.
He gazes intently, swiftly he rides,
Watching for boulders that bring about dread.
The faint wisp of a breeze blows past the petals,
Rustling the leaves, then the hairs on my head.
His arms surround me, holding me tight,
I slip against him while encircling his lips.
My hands cannot touch the heart beating wildly
But they feel the life force from his hips.
He engulfs me with passion. I'm too stunned to speak
Our words and actions transport us to a land surreal
Where we share our duplicitous feelings
For hours on end. I'm too numb to feel.
The Gray Ghost is no trixter, he loves with his heart
And his mind, body and soul. He excites me.
He won't stay, he has traveling to do,
Though he returns often to share love chablis.
The Gray Ghost comes to visit,
'Low this night of travel o'er land and sea
To find the one he's sought for years,
The one who waits. He's come for me.
He gazes intently, swiftly he rides,
Watching for boulders that bring about dread.
The faint wisp of a breeze blows past the petals,
Rustling the leaves, then the hairs on my head.
His arms surround me, holding me tight,
I slip against him while encircling his lips.
My hands cannot touch the heart beating wildly
But they feel the life force from his hips.
He engulfs me with passion. I'm too stunned to speak
Our words and actions transport us to a land surreal
Where we share our duplicitous feelings
For hours on end. I'm too numb to feel.
The Gray Ghost is no trixter, he loves with his heart
And his mind, body and soul. He excites me.
He won't stay, he has traveling to do,
Though he returns often to share love chablis.
Dark Night ~ Haiku
Dark Night ~ Haiku
dark night, spirits rise,
headless horseman riding, tries
again for our lives.
dark night, spirits rise,
headless horseman riding, tries
again for our lives.
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