Poetic Blooming dodoitsu

Sing of a loving Savior

His sacrifice for us all

His gentle healing kindness

His calling us friends

Poetic Bloomings A Toast

A Toast in the Garden

Here’s to the poets in the garden

Whose hearts are soft and will not harden

May your words produce encouragement and strength

And understanding to height, width and length

Of all that is good and all that is true

And the love He has for me and you

And may He bless you abundantly and free

As you have been a blessing to me.

Poetic Bloomings Rime Couee

Grandma Envy

I suffer from grandma envy  

I’d love grandkids, one to twenty

Six or seven would be plenty

My kids adopted cats

So I’ll enjoy my grandkitties

And hope I won’t go bats

Poetic Blooming Epithalamium

Matchmaking or Muse

Some say I have a knack

To see who belongs with who

If writing poems fail me

Matchmaking might do

Yes, I’m good at guessing

Sometime I know the fit

Before the happy couples

Both discover it

But there have been times

That I’ve shaken my head no

And that marriage has lasted

Thirty years or so

And there are times

I was sure it was true love

But the couple tore apart

Like an unraveled glove

So I’ll stick to writing

Hang up my matchmaking hat

Because me and my muse

Make a better pair than that

Poetic Bloomings Gift for Santa

A Gift for Santa

I think that Santa would get tired of red,

From when he rises to when he’s in bed.

A gift I would give him? New Santa suits,

From his dangly hat clear down to his boots.

Not red, but blue and orange and green instead.

Poetic Asides exploration

Colorado in Detail

I’d like to explore Colorado in detail.

I’ve zipped by the signs and arrows,

as I traveled to faraway places.

Multitude of campsites.

Lakes hidden away on mountain tops.

Flowing waterfalls few see.

Hot springs in various colors.

Saharan-like sand dunes.

Sprawling fairy-tale castles.

Canyons, spires and arches.

Starry nights on open plains

Rides on the highest cog train

High highway home to bighorn sheep.

Ancient Native American ruins

Some summer I’ll take the time

to follow the signs and arrows.

Poetic Asides Survey

Survey

“Do you want to take a survey?”

The voice over the phone asks.

“It will only take a minute.

Your opinion is important,”

The voice over the phone asks.

Uninvited and annoying.

He begins and I answer.

It will only take a minute?

He lied through his teeth.

Minutes tick, blood pressure rises.

Your opinion is important.

My time’s much more important.

No, I don’t want to take a survey.