Sunday, June 30, 2013


Horses graze on the front range.
Do they smell the smoke?
Are they scared?

Saturday, June 29, 2013


He shuffles in here
Desiring some attention
As I write a poem

How I’d love to have more time
But oh how I love his smile

Friday, June 28, 2013

Baker's Dozen words to a song

Your Mama Don’t Text

Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
But when you love your guy so much and you want to stay in touch
Where do you go? To your smart phone.

They say it’s all fine to have a landline at home
But if he’s trying to call you and you’ve something else to do, you roam
But her message goes to him, your chances are slim, oh no, oh no!

And it’s all because

Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
But when you love your guy so much and you want to stay in touch

Where do you go? To your smart phone.

He had a pair of tickets to the concert in town
He dialed your home phone number but you were nowhere around
So he called your rival whose cell was in her jeans
She had a light in her eyes—no surprise
Yes it’s all so mean, even obscene
Answer your machine!

And it’s all because
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
But when you love your guy so much and you want to stay in touch

Where do you go? To your smart phone.

And it’s all because
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
But when you love your guy so and you want to stay in touch

Where do you go? To your smart phone.

And it’s all because
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
They’re stuck in the past. You’re an outcast.
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text, no
She just don't text, no
You mama don't text
And you daddy has no smart phone, ohhh no


Thursday, June 27, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Descent

Send the Rain

Said farmer Brown, “It’s amazing.
On the stubble these cows are grazing.
If we don’t get rain soon.
Instead of jumping the moon
These cows will receive quite a hazing.

There’s smoke in the air, not cooking
For storm clouds we’re diligently looking
The lakes look like puddles of mud
The crops will certainly be dud

Wild mountain grasses
Look recently mowed and trimmed
Gasping for moisture

Blue skies deceptively cheery
The drought does render us dreary

May God’s fingers drum happily on our roofs.

Challenging Situation

Passing on a Mountain Road


Descending from 10,000 feet.
Approaching a motor scooter going about 10 mph.
Hitting the gas.
No passing zone.
No time to dart back behind him.
Here we go! Suck in your fenders!
Remembering the streets of Johnstown, PA,
less room than what I have here,
and they drive that way all the time.
Cars coming up will give me room
if they don’t want to be scrunched.
About got it.
Another turn.
Car coming head-on.
Time to tuck back in.
We’re fine.
A quick look in the rearview reveals
the hair of the two ladies in the backseat
just turned a shade grayer.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Rime Couee

King-sized Love

The world is big in humans’ eyes,
But to creator God—bug size.
His great love comes as a surprise.
Why does He care so much?
I do not know but we’d be wise
To cherish His sweet touch.

Monday, June 24, 2013



Running on wheel

Determined beady eyes

Little tiny feet scampering

Trying for all he’s worth, getting nowhere

Oh, how I feel like that at times!

I want to make progress

And not be him—


Sunday, June 23, 2013

Poetic Bloonings In the doorway where she stood

In and Out the Doorway

In the doorway where she stood
She pushed back her little red hood
Eyeing the quaint room inside
She’d like to rest. She bet she could.
And so did not do what she should.
All caution brushed aside

She wound up breaking Mama’s chair
Eating Baby’s porridge that was there
And mussing up Papa’s bed
The bears came in and they did glare
She awoke with fear beyond compare
So out the doorway, she fled



6 22 13 Poetic Bloomings A Blur of Self Doubt

Self Doubt 

In a blur of self doubt
As if walking on eggs
So quick to bow out  
In a blur of self doubt
In search of escape route
Confidence begs
In a blur of self doubt
As if walking on eggs

Friday, June 21, 2013



Floating Bubbles
Floating bubbles
Beautiful transparent colors
Floating bubbles
High above all cares and troubles
Drifting along till pop occurs
Just like our happiness defers
Floating bubbles

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Poetic Asides Sinister

S inister, like a gaping hole
I ntentional menace on patrol
N early as ominous as approaching tornado
I ntense and disturbing, like a rotten tomato
S upremely creepy, like snakes on a plane
T hreatening, like a hurricane
E vil. She’s Snow White’s Queen
R adically alarming, she turned thirteen!

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Dialogue Dizain

Fight of the Navigator 
(Dialogue Dizain)

 I think our turn was way back there,
pull over and check out the map.

We’ll take the next road don’t despair.

Heard that before the last mishap.

We’ll go around another lap,
and we’ll succeed next time around.

It looks like we’re Ohio bound.

Don’t fret be of good cheer!

Our destination’s Allentown.

But Cleveland’s nice this time of year.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013


We Thirst

An empty well is deep and dry
Appearance of cool water nigh
Inside mere hollow echoes call
A disappointment to us all
It leaves us with a thirsty sigh

Rejoicing reins when way up high
Dark clouds drift slowly in the sky
The pouring rain will soon enthrall
“We thirst!” we cry.

We may appear in full supply
Of all we need to get on by
We’re like the well’s echoic wall
What we have indeed is small
On living water, we rely
“We thirst!” we cry.

Monday, June 17, 2013


A Writer

A nobody from no-where-ville
Afraid to look you in the eye
Completely without grace or skill
As lifeless as a photo still

No future dreams or hope to be
Successful in career or life
Adrift so like a raft at sea
Felt loved at such a small degree

But heard of Him who died for her
And sought Him out day after day
Became a love discoverer
Like spring, new life began to stir

Became creative in her way
So reaching out in joy and care
Her words were filled with healing sway
And now she offers hope today

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Sedoka 577 577 verses different perspective



He was loving, though

Didn’t believe in spankings

Made up for it by yelling


Great sense of humor

On the job and home, worked hard

Honesty was his soap box

Saturday, June 15, 2013



Sevenling (Persistence)
Two layer cake with chocolate icing
Rocky Road ice cream
Candles blazing

Decrepit laptop
Words piled up in files
Ergonomic chair


Friday, June 14, 2013

Shadorma 353375


Ticking clock
Tick tock tick tock tick
Captain Hook
We all have same affliction
Clock marks death’s approach

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Poetic Asides Entertain Blank

Entertain Yourself 

I had a babysitting gig,
three children,
five days a week,
arrive 7 AM sharp.
I took my three-year-old son with me.
One morning
the kids still slept in their beds,
their toys in their rooms with them.
To my son, I said,
“You’ll have to entertain yourself.”
Undaunted, he dropped to the floor,
curved his fingers, made zhhhh noises
and ran them across imaginary highways.
That’s when I knew he had a vivid imagination.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Apprciate (form by Earl Parsons)

Hot Tea
(An Appreciate)

Cream and sugar
Stimulating caffeine
Sipping from a favorite mug
Pleasant chat with an old friend

Tuesday, June 11, 2013


Colorado falls delight the soul with golds, greens and purples
Pennsylvania autumns dazzle eyes and mind with colors and scent
The key is to take joy in wherever you happen to be

Monday, June 10, 2013

Skeltonic poem

Here I Come

I long to be outside
where I can play and hide.
Part of me has died
staying in my home.
I’d rather roam,
explore and comb
the neighborhood.
I think I should.
It would be good
to get out of town,
chase away this frown,
be a clown,
no longer down
in the dumps
with goose bumps
of anticipation
with no relation
to boredom or hum drum.
Vacation, here I come.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Puzzel Pieces Prompt

Helen’s Boast


HELEN sits at her desk

DRAWING ink landscapes.

Her eyes a PURE PERIWINKLE blue

sparkle as we beg her

to tell us the story.


Helen always began

with a LAUGH and this BOAST,

“The hail was big as BRUSSEL SPROUTS


about SEVEN on a summer evening in 1977.


“I knew the gray clouds,

dark, mean and low,

could bring a storm as bad

as any of the ones which caused

the other two JOHNSTOWN FLOODS.


 “My muscles moved strong

and rhythmic like a PANTHER,

racing against the storm.

The ice balls pummeled me,

then came the hammering rain.


“My friends JENNIFER and SYDNEY

built their cabin unwittingly

in the lowlands by the river.

Halfway there I had to abandon my bike

and run along the flooded road.


“I made it to the cabin as the water

reached their porch step.

I banged on the door.

They came out wondering

if I had gone mad.


“We fled in their Chevy.

Eighty-six lives were lost that night.

But not eighty-eight.

Your grandparents made it.”

“Thanks!” we say and run off to play.


Saturday, June 8, 2013


In Jesus 

The case I aim to soon present to You
is weak at best, You know full well that’s true.
I have no leg to stand on at Your throne,
but I don’t stand here on my very own.
The one You sent and love is here with me.
I know that what He’s done will set me free.
Though hidden in my sin and humbling shame,
I’m standing here in Your Son’s precious name.
You hear my every prayer attentively.
Forgiveness I so passionately seek
is mine upon confessing what I’ve done.
To You my Father I will gladly run.
Without You I remain in my own sin.
You are my hope that I will surely win.


Friday, June 7, 2013

BD prompt

Painting by Betty Slade

“Let there be light,” God said,
making future artists happy.
Color was born.
And all the floral paintings
lifted their petals in praise.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Poetic Asides Child's Play


A fun ride down a grassy hill.
A new lemonade stand in June.
A spaceship which can reach the moon.
An ice igloo, where you feel the chill.
And a hospital, have a pill!
An iron cage for a big baboon. 

A quaint soda and ice cream stand.
Hidden headquarters for a spy.
A jet plane flying fast and high.
The right place for a country band.
A camp tent, undiscovered land.
Cozy home where your babies cry.
And a port where a cruise ship docks.
All of this from a cardboard box

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Hex Sonnetta

Marriage Glue
When marriages grow stale
The heart turns dull and bleak
The spirit’s rendered weak
Begins to taste of hell
Temptation rings a bell
The bored begin to seek
Some struggle with their will
They try to do things right
Put up a fervent fight
But tire in their zeal
Reduced to what they feel
Go off into the night
God’s goodness is the glue
That makes one of the two

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

swap quatrain

Two Crickets 

Two crickets chirped into the night
I tried to sleep with all my might
My efforts rudely were usurped
Into the night two crickets chirped

Monday, June 3, 2013

Baker's Dozen prompt scenery

The Mountain 

Around a curve a mountain sat
A curtain blocking out the sky
Stark gray

Green tint upon a closer look
Houses huddled on the hillside

In the foreground lacy green trees
march up gravelly embankment.

Baby blue sky peeks over top
Wisps of white crest like frothy waves
Last spring snow clings to crevices
White icing dribbled on bundt cake

Slate and copper mark the mountain
Looking bold and brave, and daunting

So much beauty saddens the soul
I hop into the car, drive home

But the valley holds warmth and peace
Safety and bustle of living