Monday, February 29, 2016


At Times

At times I get a bit derailed,
A train that’s lumbered off its track.
Intentions good, but I have failed.
Lord, help me find the right way back.

At times, I wander off the road,
All burdened with my traveler’s pack.
I want to toss away my load.
Lord, help me find the right way back.

At times, I flounder in the sea,
With hungry sharks on the attack.
Beneath the waves, this is my plea,
Lord, help me find the right way back.

At times, I try to soar on wings,
But then the storm clouds turn all black.
I find I’m just a kite with strings,
And so You pull me right on back. 

Sunday, February 28, 2016



Summer waits in the wings
rain tapping with impatience.
The sun smiles knowing soon
it can beam all its brilliance
making earth a playground.

Saturday, February 27, 2016



Spring hides in the wings
Waiting to take center stage
Dressed in brilliant colors
Blowing kisses with essence
Of sweet perfume on breezes.

Friday, February 26, 2016


Life’s a Beach

I dream of summertime when I can bask
In the bright sun with sunscreen like a mask,
With soothing ocean, feeling fine and free
And build a castle, on a bended knee.
I think of days gone in this life of mine,
Adventure, victories, some not so fine.
I’ve wandered in this world confused and lost
And strove for sparkling dreams at a great cost.
It hasn’t been so bad here on the whole.
I’ve never grown accustomed to my role.
My life enriched by people that I meet,
Through problems, won’t succumb to dark defeat.
Those times I spend alone on sunny shore
Will strengthen me to live this life some more.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Poetic Asides Blank ways to Blank

Wonderful Ways to Wisdom

Some say experience is good for learning.
Others say education makes one discerning.
Or an elderly person is like a wisdom flask.
James says all you have to do is ask. 

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Poetic Asides Blank ways to blank

Twenty-Five Ways to Procrastinate on a Writing Project

Sleep, eat, watch TV.
Cookies! You can bake!
Make those phone calls
you’ve been meaning to make.

Peruse Facebook posts
and tweet on Twitter.
Read a magazine.
Draw a cute critter.

Practice autographs
for when you’re famous.
Make up some lyrics
for “You Can’t Blame Us.”

Clean off your desk top.
Blow bubbles with gum.
Google your name and
your friends’ names for fun.

Watch out your window
till you see a cat.
Build a blanket fort.
Design a new hat.

List interesting names
for your next hero.
Count from 1,000
by tens to zero.

Write a letter to you
ten years from now.
Walk seventeen blocks.
Try a new hairstyle.

Sing some silly songs.
Try meditation.
Write a poem about

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

quick poem

As Children

Allergic to the adult world
Pretend  places, people, adventures
We worked at play

Monday, February 22, 2016

Morning Prayer

Good Morning

Good morning, Lord,
draw near today.
I love You,
come what may.
Thank You, God,
for being near.
With You around
I will not fear.
Or, at least, I’ll try
to be brave like You,
and do the things
You want me to.
Forgive me Lord
when I stray 
and may I love
like You, I pray.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

SCWA meeting


We sat around the table.
I talked.
They listened
And I loved them
for listening.

2 20 16

Lord, please repair the cracks in my life.

Friday, February 19, 2016


Monstrous gray clouds
Arose from the mountains
Hovering over the valley
Threatening townspeople
With snow and more snow

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Poetic Asides Hidden

Hidden Beauty  

I asked the ocean,
“Why do you conceal
beautiful things within?”
It replied, “It’s because of my Creator.
Like parent enjoy
hiding Easter eggs
 for their children,
He hides beautiful things
for those who seek them.”

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Poetic Asides hidden


H elp me seek and find You as
I meditate on Your word.
D eliver me from evil.
D irect me to Your path.
E nvelop me in Your love.
N urture me in Your grace.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016


His tummy rumbles
Calling, “Feed me, feed me, quick!”
Here’s my morning poem

Monday, February 15, 2016

Kyrielle abcb, last line refrain, eight-syllable lines


A hollow feeling deep within
Rebels at rushing ‘round today
The silver lining beckons me
The rose of hope is on display

I feel alone at my desk chair
But tender thoughts do swing and sway
Unlike potatoes in the ground
The rose of hope is on display

The breath of life draws near to me
Like butterflies along the way
My God’s caress, a gentle breeze
The rose of hope is on display

Like ice melts in the beaming sun
Down rocky cliffs a silver gray
Providing power strong and true
The rose of hope is on display

Sunday, February 14, 2016


Thank You, Lord

T hank You for sunshine, blue skies and melting snow for
H ow the air is fresh and clean
A nd when I breathe in I can imagine springs when I was
N ot old but a little child
K icking about in the puddles, the buttercups and violets. Thank

Y ou for the birds returning from the south. As geese fly
O verhead I can hear them honking. As I look up from
U nderneath I remember my pappap who

L oved Canada geese and would feed them as they landed.
O ne and only God, thank You for trees budding,
R oads and sidewalks becoming navigable.
D ear Lord, thank You most of all for who You are, wonderful Creator.

Saturday, February 13, 2016


Bad Habit

Adhesive strip covers my thumbnail.
My nails are easily torn and frail.
To keep awake at night, I tear and bite.
I try to stop, but to no avail.

Is a streamed movie worth throbbing pain?
What’s a matter with my silly brain?
I should go to bed and skip show instead.
But I wake with regret, and complain.

Without my nails, I can’t grasp thin strings.
All through the day my thumb burns and stings.
With such a sport, nails are ugly and short.
It’s not one of my favorite things.

Friday, February 12, 2016


I Wait on You

The morning is quiet and in my mind, I wait on You
Getting my spirit and soul aligned, as I wait on You

The internet, writing, breakfast clamors for attention
So I aim my thoughts to be refined, and I wait on You

The household will rise and quietness will be broken
I need Your help to be joyful and kind, so I wait on You

I need your wisdom, your peace, joy, hope, and direction
So in me Your name may not be maligned, so I wait on You

I love You with all my mind, soul, heart and strength
I trust that as I seek, I will find, help me wait on You. 

Thursday, February 11, 2016



At last, Jesus,
I get to take a few minutes
to focus on You.
It’s not that I hadn’t had the time,
but that I finally ignored
the seductive distractions calling me
long enough to hear your gentle whisper
inviting me to break away
and rest in Your peaceful presence.
Hi! I love You and give You
spiritual hugs and kisses.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Poetic Asides Finally

At Last

At age 59,
when I walk down the aisle
wearing my purple gown
and graduation cap,
along with much younger students,
I’ll snatch my diploma
from the professor’s hand
and say,

Ah, but two more years to go. 

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Morning Prayer


Feeling the loss
The loss of decency
Of love, of freedom
Of mutual respect
Of camaraderie
Of friendship
Of peace
Of hope
Of joy
Lord, please restore this country
To loving You
And loving others

Monday, February 8, 2016



Lots of fun
Cost, control

Trapped and bound
No more fun

Jesus, help!
Free me from


Power in Numbers

A raindrop
A snowflake
A sand grain

By themselves

But combined
With others

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Bref Double


The troubles of the world weigh on my soul
But it’s the little things that get me down
Someone forgets to shake my hand at church
A friend I’ve never met dislikes my post

I feel so out of whack in my life’s role  
At times I feel I’m just about to drown
I wish I could go back and start again
But I’m not sure what I regret the most

The problem is my focus is on me
I need to turn my eyes upon my God
And then all things would slowly turn more clear
As I am comforted by His sweet Ghost  

My God alone can make me right and whole
He is the cure for woefulness and frown 

Friday, February 5, 2016

Tricube wordle flutter ache crawl fling barren light path tell willingly


Heart flutters
Dull ache throbs
Time crawls on

Past flings fade
Barren moods
Far off light

Follow path
Time will tell

Thursday, February 4, 2016

tricube plus memory

Nebraska Red

Buzz in air
Fun event
Play to win

Thick traffic
Sea of red
Roaring crowd

Fans transfixed
Solid pride
Corn Huskers          

I remember
my sister and I
leaving home
in a U-Haul van.
Dad gave us jumper cables,
probably realizing
what kind of car
we’d be driving
through Nebraska winters.
He pointed to the red clip.
“Remember, Go Big Red is positive.”
That’s when Nebraska enthusiasm
began to breath in my soul.
I didn’t even like football.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Poetic Asides Anticipation


Anticipation is
time giving birth
to a darling.
But sometimes it’s squalling,
ruddy and, dare say, ugly.
Yet whatever is born
from that anticipation
you feed it, bathe it,
and change its diapers.
Then you watch it grow
into something lovely. 

Tuesday, February 2, 2016



Time passes
Regrets grow

Hurts dig deep
Belly wants more
Glory waits

Cats have fun
with a box

Monday, February 1, 2016


The Creek Calls

Creek ripples
Tumbles on
Around curves

Over stones
Twigs dancing
Leaves twirling

Shadows dart
Minnows swim
Scurry by