Wednesday, April 30

Tuesday, April 29


I will sit next to you
As the sky turns to grey
And the birds fall asleep
For sorrows run deep

Sunday, April 27

Three Stanzas on Love

Why let go of this love?
Is there a better way?

A love so pure
A love so true
No doubt exists
Between me and you

Isolated by your love
I am frozen
Time stops in your love

Saturday, April 26



I slouch behind the counter,
hand in apron pocket
jingling the change
left by table 26
waiting for my

I'm not lazy, just tired

Shared at dVerse and Imaginary Garden

Friday, April 25

Giving You Up

Willard House Windows Bars by Lisa Gordon
Lisa Gordon Photography
My heart lies on a slab of concrete
exposed to all the elements
as I watch the one I love walk away
walk away into the asylum
what a beautiful word
a place of retreat and security
the place where help never comes
to those whose lot is less
to those who cannot tie their shoes
or read or write
who mourn at a butterfly's death
I wish I could have cured you
I wish the world would understand
instead they sit here judging
judging you for who you are
judging me for giving you up
judging, judging, sans cure, sans hope
while my heart bleeds to death.

Shared at Imaginary Garden

Thursday, April 24

Lying in Bed at Night OR We're Not That Different, You and I

Wouldn't you like to know
the intimate details of my heart
the secrets that spin when it's well past dark
whirling infinitely without pause
trying to figure out what flaws
can be pruned and tended to from day to day
isn't that our mutual fray?

Shared at Theme Thursday

Wednesday, April 23

Cup of Pudding

  us pudding is my favorite
   even if it proves the co
     ok was not adept and
       let the milk boil wi
        thout stirring or w
          atching the pot
What do I care, if it's edible still?

Shared at Three Word Wednesday 

Tuesday, April 22

Home Away From Home

Mom always took us grocery shopping 
a week before The trip
we'd load up the cart with goodies
single-serve boxes of sugary cereal
Frosted Flakes and Apple Jacks
Ho Hos and Twinkies
Slim Jims and Fritos
It was all within our grasp
All because in 7 short days
we'd be riding past red-rock mountains
zooming through fields of corn
and camping out with bandit raccoon
on our way to visit family whose names I did not know
Who could trust a grocer in Kentucky?
And wouldn't they be racist in Georgia?
What if there was no food for miles around
during our enduring voyage to Florida?
It'd be our comfort on the dank days
when the RV broke down
waking me with sticky hair clinging to my face
waiting for hours for a repair to snap up
A welcome routine on mornings away from home
Siting around a small Formica table
knocking elbows with everyone
I'd take a spoonful of my colored cereal
and know I was home away from home.

Shared at dVerse.

Monday, April 21

La Flor Roja-Un Poema en Español (The Red Flower- A Poem in Spanish)

La Flor Roja

Andando por un camino
con una flor me encontre
era roja como la sangre
pero tierna como la amanecer 

Recogi esa flor roja
poniendola como horquilla en el pelo
esperando que en esa dulcura 
encontraría deseado consuelo 

Porque cada dia ando 
buscando paz para mi corazon
la paz se fue volando
cuando usted me abandono 

The Red Flower

English Translation:

Walking down a path
I crossed ways with a flower
It was as red as blood
but tender like dawn

I picked up that red flower
and placed it like a pin in my hair
hoping that in this sweetness
I'd find the comfort I desired

Because each day I walk
looking for peace for my heart
since Peace took off flying
the day you abandoned me

Sunday, April 20

On the Outside

Finland, 1968, photo by George F. Mobley 

Its dreary-- and yet,
flashes of color pop.

What could be so important
that you would stand out in the biting rain?
Wandering in the woods
with your hearts and apples?

Is it worth it?
To celebrate when the world is grey?

Can you unearth joy
while the atmosphere sneers?

Shared at The Mag.

Saturday, April 19


Am I attractive?
Am I pretty, at least this?
I wait for your words.

Shared at Carpe Diem.


Care ate
4 the bunny
but She don't carrot all.

the Bunny cries
4 care-it don't matter
big or small

can't you carrot?
4 the bunny?
the Bunny looks like a doll

without a care at
4 ever's door
the Bunny dies with a bawl

Shared at Imaginary Garden

Easter Traditions

Growing up, the traditions my family had were getting dolled up for church Sunday morning, celebrating in unity with other believers and then visiting The Garfield Conservatory before having dinner in either China Town or Greek town . Although Easter baskets and Egg Hunts are very popular at Easter and many people sit down to an Easter Ham, my immigrant parents never bought into those very American traditions. Having celebrated Easter differently than most Americans, I've always found it interesting to note the different traditions people engage in in honor of this holiday. The following are four traditions (some mainstream American, and some not) that seem to stick out as hallmarks:

Do you participate in any of these traditions? What different traditions do you hold dear? 

Shared at Show My Face

Friday, April 18

Good Friday Acronym

God's only son
On a rugged cross
Occupying a space
Designed for us.

Freeing us from death and the
Rule of sin
In his selfless act of
Yeshua be exalted.

Thursday, April 17


Don't cry over spilled milk
unless it if fell upon the silk!

A fool and his money are easily parted
unless that fool has malodorously farted 

Drastic times call for drastic measures
this is my excuse to plunder your treasures 

Wednesday, April 16

Traveling Down a Fog Filled Road

Round the curve on a fog-filled night
Searching and seeking for a light
When suddenly a face appears
Inducing horrors and bone-chilling fears

The inanimate image of Baphomet
Standing tall-an insentient threat
The goat-headed symbol of the occult
Mocking the traveler, a perverse insult

Then with a glance, it all disappears
As we go wiping our impassioned tears
We ask ourselves questions about the spook
Was the demon real or a shadow's fluke?

Shared at Three Word Wednesday

Tuesday, April 15

The Ardor of Fire

The Ardor of Fire

The darkest gloom of night
Carry the torch, though it weigh much

Monday, April 14

Tomorrow's worries quietly groan
as they stand dejected at their rejection
Isn't it detrimental for them to be ignored?
Their abandonment is like refusing a glass of water
when the water is stale and old
To slight them is like saying no to the sun
when the sun threatens to scorch and sore.

Shared at Imaginary Garden

Sunday, April 13

Hernando Martinez

The King of Cats, 1935, Balthus 
Hernando Martinez was the King of Cats
He made himself famous, and that's a fact
He worked for the circus and he worked for the zoo
He worked with tigers and with kittens too

Masses and mobs came to his show
while the lights from above cast a faint glow
over their heads and though the crowd
he came swinging and whooping, bowing proud 

With a kitten in tow, and a cat in each hand
there was no doubt about it, he was king of the land
of cheetahs and jaguars, pumas and lions
they'd bow at his feet, when they heard the sirens 

Hernando Martinez, King of all Cats
To laud and applaud him, take off your hats
He can tame the lions and all feline beasts
Making him a wonder from west to east. 

Shared at The Mag

Saturday, April 12

The Fish Bowl

On my dresser stands a bowl
With some fishes black as coal
Others swim in pretty red
Their scales match my Christmas sled
One fish looks just like the sun
His bright scales are so much fun
The one that's green lacks some luck
He looks like a big dump truck!

Shared a Imaginary Garden

Flowers in a Vase

Flowers, by Odilon Redon

Flowers in a Vase

Earth colored urn 
placed on a dark honeyed table,
filled with flowers from the field.
Each flower dances in its vibrant color,
some so light, they embody life,
twitching to fool the viewer
"I am a butterfly dancing," they lie.
The sun, the river, 
the sky, the ground,
all play together in this vase.
A mess of life-- stabled, 
captured for a time.

Shared at Imaginary Garden.

Six Word Saturday

Shared at Show My Face.

Friday, April 11

Waiting Beneath the Wisteria Walkway

               falls            and
          stand                    beneath
         her                         wishing
          for                              a
         love-                            er
          who                             is
         long                              in
         arrive-                          ing 

Poem shared at Imaginary Garden



Thursday, April 10

My poem today is based off of  a legendary list of rules for teachers supposedly written in 1872. See if you can determine which rule I am responding to...

After a day of desperation
You'll be yearning for a libation
But please resist temptation
Lest you receive condemnation
And commit character assassination

This poem was shared at Theme Thursday.

Wednesday, April 9


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     ther than
     assess is
     not a test,
     my politic
     ian. It is a
     idea that
     will make
     the bright
     est minds
     listless &
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     lease sto
     p this non
     sense bef
     ore I thro
     w up. Bef
     ore my co
     ountry give
    s up and I'm
     stuck with

Shared at Three Word Wednesday

Tuesday, April 8

The Notebook

Chicken scratch from 1997--
I was an author,
with an audience of one.
Only eight and in love
with the world of writing.

This Poem was shared at

Monday, April 7

Dreams of Gypsy

I'll be a gypsy
With my long, loose, flying hair
Catch me-if you dare!

Shared at

Sunday, April 6

Rising Hope

The rising of the morning sun
assures the desperate of salvation.
If the light streams in,
unhindered by last night's failings,
then hope plays on
the horizon of the new day.

Written for and shared at The Mag

Saturday, April 5


Every hair defined
Every pore pointed out
The pigmentation- uneven
dotted with freckles of time
Peeling nose
Two tired eyes
A chin as big as sin

and yet

Every hair defined
Every pore pointed out
This is a face that has seen time
roll by gently, like a friend
with her joys and surprises
and stored behind that visage
is a mind that meditates upon these things
unhindered by a mere reflection
that captures only what the eye can behold
and not the stores of imagination

Shared at where today's prompt is "Mirror, Mirror."


Friday, April 4

A Fool for Christ's Sake

I hauled the cardboard.
It was large and smelled
faintly of morning dew,
but it would do.

I dragged it down the street,
the neighbors all watched me,
but they could not erase
the smile swathed across my dace
as I counter myself a Fool,
a fool for Christ's sake,

No one knew my intentions,
of how I'd transform that piece of trash
from uselessness to Gospel.
How I'd paint it up and down
to make the story of Christ come alive,
if but for just a moment
on a Blessed Easter morn.

The backdrop for our Easter play
lay on my back that day!

Thursday, April 3

Fat Kid Proverbs

Handfuls of buttery popcorn
Are better than a tuna-fish sub
And cupcakes made up of vanilla
Will beat cod liver oil any day!

Wednesday, April 2

Gone Away

Are you leaving?
Are you going away?
Like an extinguishing light
Like a bumble moth in flight

Tuesday, April 1


Foreigner from a far off place
with wearied feet and tired hands
wanders on the streets today.

Will she reach her resting spot,
before the night falls?