Thursday, May 30, 2013

Poetic Bloomings unrelate objects

Tigger, Tambourine and Kisses 

I hear Tigger growls,
noisy tambourine rattles,
and clicks and shuffles
approaching from the  hallway.
Hugs and kisses are coming.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Bald head, scruffy beard
Holey jeans, tattered tee shirt
Sheep in wolf’s clothing

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Prepares public speech
Instructional notes lengthen
Fingernails shorten

Monday, May 27, 2013

She needs to finish

Accrues novels’ first pages 

Writes a short story

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Sci-fi on the brain
Attends Star Trek convention
Misfits fitting in

May 25, 2013

Rips each puzzle box
Mixes puzzles together
Her puzzles, her choice

Friday, May 24, 2013


Big orange dump truck
With a loud whir, dumps wood chips
Child-like man dances

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Poetic Asides Late

Sorry I’m Late 

Sorry I’m late. I tried to rush.
It’s ten past eight. I slid in slush.
Who would have thought we would see snow in June?
I’ll blame my fate, this muck and mush.
I’ll tell you straight, and then I’ll hush. 
Next time it snows in June, I’ll come at noon.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Epithalamium/Tri-Fall

To Honor their Wedding Vows 

The groom—proud, handsome, tall
Gleaming eyes
Joy beaming in every move
The bride—slim, beautiful
Fun and wise
Smiling at groom’s skill to amuse  

They’ve been together years
Though apart
Living like a dance, near and far
Time to blend joy and tears
Like an art
Following the same guiding star

Family and friends come
Knowing that the mix of these two
Is greater than the sum
Igniting light and hope anew  

Tuesday, May 21, 2013


An ice skater purchased some ink

Mistakenly took a long drink

He spit with a spurt

All over his shirt

And began a new style at the rink

Monday, May 20, 2013


Country Storm

The low lying gray cloud
Like a giant mushroom
Domed top
Rain forms the stem 

Like a giant mushroom
Looms above a farm
A line of trees watches its anger 

Domed top
Gray, seethes
Darkens the highway 

Rain forms the stem
Waters the fields
Light attempts to break through

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Prompt: Write a bad poem

How Lovely is My Mother 

Her lovely hair shinier than gold
Her lovely lips redder than roses
Her lovely nose, well it’s a nose
And her lovely ears ever alert, whatever is to be heard, she hears
And lovely eyes, like brown buttons, both in the front and back of her head
No mother has been more gloriously wonderful, and lovely than my mother
Sweeter than sugar
Smarter than owls
Kinder than somebody who’s really kind
My lovely mother the best she is

Saturday, May 18, 2013


Reflections Beckon

Reflections glimmering in the lake
Beckoning the fool to find fantasies
Greedy grabbers are eager to take
Reflections glimmering in the lake
Never realizing reality’s at stake
Sailing free on fine fallacies
Reflections glimmering in the lake
Beckoning the fool to find fantasies

Friday, May 17, 2013


Stranger than Fiction    

On our country road a mover towed
A large trailer he was taking away.
At the foot of our yard where the ground wasn’t hard
He did an “oops” to my dad’s dismay.  

On the sharp turn, my dad did learn,
The trailer dug a deep gash.
Dad was fit to be tied when he saw how wide,
But he didn’t do anything rash.  

After this my older sis
Decided to go into town.
When she came out of the store, to her horror,
She saw folks gathered around. 

The mover stood there with a look of despair.
He had scraped the side of Dad’s car.
“I’m having a bad day,” the driver did say,
“I just dug up somebody’s yard.” 

His blood must have chilled, when my sister revealed,
“I know. That was my dad.”
“Fantastic,” said the man, “Doin’ the best I can,
but never did it this bad.” 

Dad found it hard to believe, the news he received,
His yard, now his car, too?
He shook his head and in disbelief said,
“How could this possibly be true?”  

He was still muttering, grumbling and sputtering,
When he filled out his insurance claim.
The story was so odd, he marked “act of God”
When he needed someone to blame.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Poetic Asies On the Run, Form Trois Par Huit

Fleeing the Rat Race
On the run
Cool breeze, shimmering sun
Leafy trees shelter a rugged trail  

Feet pound up the hill, muscles strive, sweet air inhale
Arms chugging in constant rhythm, breathe out the stale   

Leaving stress, strife, tension far behind
Inner coils unwind
Peace defined

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Tableau

Morning Tableau

Morning sun rises

Our bedroom fades in

Hubby moves and groans

Cuddles and kisses

Must have cup of tea

Quiet time, write poem


Food out, pack lunches,

Household awakens

Toileting for all

Shower, dress, and pills

Breakfasts one to four

Brush teeth, out the door



Tuesday, May 14, 2013


A savvy economy buff
Exclaimed, “O, enough is enough!”
The low interest’s insane.
Keeping track is a pain,
So I’ll grab my bed mattress, and stuff.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Trolaan (Plus an extra verse)

Waiting on God
In past experiences I have learned
Important intercession takes some time
I used to think that God ignored and spurned
I thought He did commit some common crime

Not caring for His people who would pray
Not heeding cries of painful suffering
Not sending any answers straight their way
Nor stopping Satan’s evil buffeting

One day a kindly pastor said to me  
Open your spiritual eyes to conceive
One answer and the next there instantly
Only chaos to beyond to believe

Now know that God loves you passionately
New life He offered to you on the cross
Nurtures you like a bird with her offspring
Nestles you and comforts you in your loss 

Open your ears to His kindhearted love
Open your mouth and He will satisfy
Open your eyes to His care from above
Open You heart to His grace till you die

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Poetic Bloomings use only words from name's annagram

Poet opts to pen terse tones.

Sonnet open to set serene sleeper
to enter one neon spot. 

Pertinence, noise, ire eclipse precise role.
Lone person repels serpent. 


Saturday, May 11, 2013


Internal Wrangling

Swirling in confusion
Clarity evading
Escaping delusion

Rejecting illusion
Intently crusading
Swirling in confusion  

Avoiding infusion
Darkness pervading
Escaping delusion 

Combating intrusion
Lies masquerading
Swirling in confusion  

Pursuing transfusion
Truth persuading
Escaping delusion 

Reaching conclusion
Desperately trading
Swirling in confusion
Escaping delusion

Friday, May 10, 2013


Let’s Celebrate

Celebrate life

L et’s celebrate the big things
I ntermediate and small.
F or we all need a reason
E ach day to be joyful 

Joyful and thankful

T hankful for our
H omes, clothing
A nd food. Thankful our
N eeds are met. Thankful for
K indnesses we encounter each day. Thankful
F or the beauty of the earth and the invisible things:
U nderstanding, beauty, wisdom
L et’s be thankful for the air we breathe. 

Breathe joy

J ust celebrate any
O ccasion
Y ou don’t have to wait for holidays.





Thursday, May 9, 2013

(7/5 trochee)

 Christ Cares  

Poverty’s a thief that steals
Vision, health and dreams.
Many turn to drugs and pills
Fitting Satan’s schemes. 

Givers may have good intent,
Handouts disappear.
God starts with the inner man.
Who has ears to hear? 

Jesus promises His care
To those who believe.
Ones who asks in faithful prayer
Truly will receive.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

PA chapter and PB Florette


Pre-school, school, college, locations,
jobs, projects, organizations,
boyfriends, marriage, children’s ages,
writing, hobbies, people, stages, and vacations 

stretch out as chapters in a book.
Each one ends with intriguing hook.
My story one to recommend?
I wish I could turn to the end, and take a look.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013


So Much More


There’s so much to this thing called prayer

I need Your help, O, my sweet Lord

I know You love with grace and care

You don’t deserve to be ignored


For more than gold I’ll seek and strive

My life is what I give and share

Like You, in prayer, I will survive

And not just that but I will thrive

Monday, May 6, 2013



D emented or scary
R isqué or merry
E enlightening or frightening,  
A nxious and filled with strife
M undane, amusing, may I be peacefully 
S noozing, not desperately running for my life.



May 5 PB prompt humor


There once was a man from Shanghai
Who married a witch on the fly.
He wanted to munch,
Said, “Make me a lunch.”
So now he’s bologna on rye.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Title from previous written line

Loving You is what I’m Here For 

Loving You is what I’m here for.
You designed me this way—
to worship and pray,
to get to know You more and more. 

Loving you is what I’m here for.
From the day we said, “I do,”
I’m committed to loving you,
through whatever’s in store. 

Loving you is what I’m here for.
I’m here to nurture you,
to encourage and see you through—
my kids who I adore.  

Loving you is what I’m here for,
you, my fellow man.
I’ll do the best I can
to help the weak and poor.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Summer Love 

He plans to leave by light of the full moon.
They had to end excuses and delays.
So sad their parting had to come so soon.     
They feel the pull and weight of their malaise.  

The seven months have come and gone too fast.
The checks and balances of life caught up.
They figured love this great would surely last.
They learned the beauty of their loving cup. 

They’d miss the access of each other’s hearts.
And now they’d house their loneliness and pain.
Alas the summer ends and their ache starts.
They tell each other their love will remain.  

But as he goes he crosses love from list.
She doesn’t know she really won’t be missed.



Thursday, May 2, 2013

PAD confused


C haos, craziness, delusion!
O verrule confusion.
N urture me in Your word,
F or my thinking is so absurd.
U nderstanding fleeting
S ensibilities retreating
I magination in
O verdrive. In stress I strive. I
N eed Your release, so I can live in peace.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Trois-par-Huit

His Grace Grows

Feeling blue?
You don’t know what to do.
Has God, like Elvis, left the building?  

Loads, pressures, misfortunes you’re wielding.
God patiently awaits your yielding.  

Change your focus from worries and woes
to God is good and knows.
His grace grows.