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Fun in a Storm

Front porch swing

Back and forth

Wind tickles

Sweet rain taps

Lightning streaks

Thunder growls

Kids huddle

Squeal, giggle

Under quilt

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Recollection

Meeting you

Dare to dance

Deep joy flows

Eyes sparkle

Warm lips touch

Cheeks flame red

Tea Whistles
Memories 

Back to now

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Sleep

High power

Speed growing

Prefer sleep

Curve in road

Squeal around

Skid, crash, stop

Tears falling
Rose comforts

Place of rest

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Sanctuary

Night badges

Stars pinned high

Blurred with tears

Glasses smudged

Boldly shout

Empty soul

Anguish melts

Worries fly

Joy returns

Poetic Asides stained

Bitterness

The broken friendship left an empty place.

She tried to show delight on her sad face.

Decades of shared adventures fell like rain

And magnified into a dreadful pain.

She’s old and gray and angry with the past.

The bitter valley somehow seemed to last.

The layers of despair piled up like snow.  

The stain of resentment will always show.

She wandered from the life that had been kissed

with knowledge of connections she had missed.

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Moodless Poem Writing

For writing a poem, I’m not in the mood.

The truth is my belly’s too full of food.

I would like to just sit back and relax

And forget about rhymes, figures and facts.

To do nothing can be a great joy.

Just bob around like an ocean buoy.

And listen to music played on a fiddle

Until my meal settles in my middle.

Maybe when I have more time

I’ll write a poem that’s more sublime.

cinquain

To-dos

Stack up like bricks

Overwhelms. Paralyzed

Begin. Build. One brick at a time

Till done

Cinquain

Sausage

Savory smells

Sizzling in the skillet

Won’t be a vegetarian

Sausage

Anagrammatic

Masquerade

Drama squad

Dreams as dame

Rams aqua drums

Amused emus

See marquees

Resume drama 

Acrostic

Hallelujah!

H allelujah!

A men! We worship You.

L et our tongues proclaim Your glory!

L ord, help us be wholly devoted to You,

E xtolling Your name forever.

L ord, bless us with the anointing to praise You. Grace

U s to magnify Your name.

J esus! We sing and dance in celebration and

A dulation for all You have done. We

H onor the Holy Trinity who loves us with an everlasting love.

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Happy Campers

Don’t be snippy, snide, or delirious, just dream

Of steak and potatoes caramels, candied apples, and cream

The ships they reach the shore and celebrate land

The fishes charm the fishermen where they stand

The chickens peck at the fish bait saying, “Mine!”

While the worms are chilling under the pine

Oh they tickle from tippy toes to crown

His face turns crimson till he gets them down

Laughter bubbles into goodbyes until next year

Then they’ll get out the games, grilling, and fishing gear

Poetic Asides Persona

Blessing Bird

I’m a wise old owl

with a hole in my head

and an empty belly.

I’m fed with slips of paper

expressing good happenings.

At the end of the year

my belly’s emptied

and the slips of paper read.

January starts the refilling.

Despite the hole in my hollow head,

I’m a wise old owl.

Some's the Word

Wide sweeping statements

about specific groups

lend to the very prejudice

you detest. Some’s the word.

Catch-up poem

Mole No More

Afraid of lurking monsters

Turncoats, betrayers

Content like a mole

to live underground.

Lord, grant me boldness

to trust you to take care of me

or, at least, usher me

to a better place.

January 17

Ambition

I crave a world that’s hard to catch

I chase and miss. I claw and scratch,

Like hen a seed stuck in a crack.

The spice of life only a patch.

I wander then I reattack.

The key must be to stay on track.

Weakness of heart I often face.

I play it safe and step on back.

A door exists. Its name is grace.

No need to push. Just stay in place.

His kiss I feel upon my cheek.

And so I rest and win the race.

January 16, 2016

Niche

To shuffle shyly brings on the mistakes

Timidity will whisper, “Hit the brakes!”

Fear focuses on things that can go wrong

It leaves one lying there at night awake.

But gentle boldness sings a peaceful song.

One can be weak and still be brave and strong.

Like snowflakes come to earth from a great height,

The secret lies within where you belong.

In finding who you are dwells fierce delight.

The space you occupy will give you sight.

Your own mystique may seem awkward and frail,

But do not cloak the sun from giving light.

January 15, 2016

Breathing Grace

At times, it seems the Lord is far away,

Remaining quiet much to my dismay.

I strain to catch a whisper of His voice.

I wonder if I’m on my own to stay.

There’s moments I have reason to rejoice. 

He hovers near to me through His own choice.

At times, it seems, He quickly answers prayer.

At other times, am I just making noise?

But of one thing I am so well aware.

He is so good and full of loving care.  

And even though it seems He’s disappeared.

I trust in Him as I do the clear air.

Poetic Asides Unique

Unique

U nlike any other, matchless and

N ot replaceable, rare, absolutely

I nimitable, singularly delightful

Q uite so one of a kind

U nique and hard to find

E xeptionally wonderful you!

Interlocking Rubaiyat, aaba/bbcb/ccdc, iambic tetrameter or pentameter

Vacation Ending

Our stuff is scattered ‘round their house

From toys to books, from shoes to blouse

We’re at our daughter’s and our son’s

Vacationing with kids and spouse

We so enjoyed all types of funs

Ate hamburgers along with buns

Played games, watched movies, talked a bit

We often feel like lucky ones

We’d like to just relax and sit

We’ll have to pack up all of it

Then head on home toward normal life

And leave behind what doesn’t fit 

January 12, 2016

It was Me

Speeding on the Jet ski

but all were speeding faster.

Cautious and careful

to avoid disaster.

Remembering a cousin

who met an awful fate.

So I poked along

and made the whole ship late.

January 11, 2016

Rush and Wait

Rush to leave

the hotel before dark.

Wait at the counter

at the airport

since the baggage sticker

didn’t come up.

Rush through the pre-check

wait as daughter

goes through the regular line.

Rush to find the gait

wait to get on a plane.

January 10, 2016

Hunger

has a way

of causing

you to forget

about budget

diet, and health.

Pizza, salad, 

cannoli, fruit drink

all sounds too good,

until we leave

the leftovers

in the fridge

for a maid to find.

January 9, 2015

Grinning in Florida

Walking in warm January rain

Trying not to think of Colorado snow.

January 8, 2016

Saint Thomas, Virgin Islands

After exploring Coral Park

with its observation tower,

Lori’s ocean walk,

iguanas and sea turtles,

and purchasing obligatory

fridge magnets and post cards,

we came upon a beautiful beach

with just enough time

to stand in the water

and get soaked by the waves.

We reluctantly shuttled to the ship

on the left side of the road.

January 7, 2016

Puerto Rico

In Puerto Rico

we loaded on to bus 222

with a thin dark haired woman,

Monica, as a guide.

With a good sense of humor,

she told us about Puerto Rico

with three main resources:

pharmaceuticals, rum, and tourism.

She pointed out the plants

bamboo, large elephant ears,

the national flower the Maga,

the giant Kapok tree.

And the national animal a tiny frog

named after its big call, “Coqui.”

When we stopped along the road

in the rainforest we heard it holler.

We got out to see waterfalls

in the pouring rain.

I never thought I’d see Puerto Rico,

but I did. 

January 6, 2016

Cords

I watched her walk on the ocean floor,  

like an astronaut with white helmet

connected to an oxygen hose

enabling her to breathe.

I thought about the time

she lived in the liquid world inside of me,

receiving life from an umbilical chord.

We’ll always be connected by unseen cords.

January 5, 2016

Grand Turk

We arrived this morning

at Grand Turk,

a little island about,

seven by one and a half miles.

We shopped for souvenirs,

waited in line,

got on a boat

where a little black man

with dreadlocks

and a good sense of humor

captained the ship

and drove it with his bare feet.

He explained how to use

the snorkel, the mask, the flippers

and how to do the chicken walk

off the boat instead of jumping in.

I wasn’t sure how well I’d snorkel.

I did the chicken walk,

but I was proud of myself

for getting out of the boat.

I swam around and breathed

through my mouth

like I was supposed to,

though I longed to breathe normally.

I saw black fish

and yellow and blue fish

and coral, then got tired

and got back on the boat.

Lori talked to a man

who fed the fish

and told her of a shark

that would sit on his lap.

It let him pet it like a dog.

He was sad and mad

because he had just found out

a poacher had that shark for supper.

Then we drove to another island

where we stooped in the water

while an excursion guide

held up a critter to kiss.

The stingray

looked like a rubbery chair cushion with wings.

We leaned forward and it puckered its lips.

Yuk. I backed up and watchers laughed.

We said an unwilling goodbye

to the warm, crystal blue-green water.

Then we went back to Grand Turk

to do more souvenir shopping.

I bought a painting

with a church, palm tree,

and waterfall looking tropical

with blues, reds, and oranges.

People swam

in a swimming pool

blocks from an ideal beach.

We wondered why.

January 4, 2016

What a joy it is to try

something beyond reach

though you may fail.

Naani 4 lines, 20-25 syllables

Waking up in Florida hotel

Somewhere lies a harbor

Cruise ship awaits

Anticipate

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New Year’s Vacation

New Year

Arizona

Two weeks

Sunshine

Cold stays remote

Relax

Next comes

Colorado

And snow 

Monorhyme Poetic Asides I'm searching

Seeking Someone Kind

I’m seeking someone kind

Today she’s hard to find

I feel I’ve lost my mind

Fear and failure combined

Faith and mood are not aligned

To be snarly, I’m inclined

Like a clock that needs to unwind

Or a video that needs to rewind

To my humanity I am resigned

Until eternity I am assigned