Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Poems Are Like Birds

Poems Are Like Birds

Poems are like birds we create
and set free in the world.
Some, in bright-colored plumage,
make us proud as they sing melodic songs,
and soar above the trees,
flying toward the stars.

Others with dusty, black feathers,
embarrass us as they screech and squawk,
flap about in peoples' faces,
and then perch on utility wires,
leaving their droppings behind
splatted on parked cars.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Battle of Words

Battle of Words

Words roll and float,
jump and tumble,
in the mazes of my mind.

They splash and flash,
jerk and jumble,
(scrambling for a foothold
in a literary rumble).
The winners are the best
that I can find.

When a poem comes to be,
the words fight it out,
rhyming and describing
what life is about.

They decide
which one comes first,
and which one brings up the rear.
They decide 
if they will make you laugh,
or make you wipe a tear.

The words engage
in a knock-down,
drag-out fight.
All battling to be the chosen ones,
that will make the music
or spark the light.

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Thank you to Jerry E. Beuterbaugh for including links to my blog at his site, SiteHoundSniffs.com. If you have time, visit there and wander around in the various categories. You will find a wealth of wonderful posts that will entertain you for hours.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

The Gift

The Gift

Christmas packages 
stacked neatly
underneath the tree,
some for the boys,
some for the girls,
a few for you, a few for me.

All of them are wrapped neatly
in green, red, gold, and blue,
filled with surprises,
bringing joy,
making dreams come true.

But none of these gifts,
not a single one,
wrapped in shiny papers and bows,
matters at all, not at all
compared to the gift
of the newborn Christ child
wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone!

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Saturday Morning Simplicity

Saturday Morning Simplicity

She struggles to surface 
from the soft sea of sleep.
Sunshine sneaks through 
the slats surreptitiously.
She stands and stretches 
and slides into a robe made of silk.
(She has an affinity for this slippery amenity.)

In the kitchen, she serves herself 
a slice of sugared, cinnamon bread. 
She smiles at her spouse (still sleepy). 
Sitting at the table, he is cradling
in his hands a cup of strong coffee.
Together they soak in easy serenity.

She savors the sweetness of the bread 
between sips of steamy sassafras tea.
In sync, they share a comfortable silence 
in this, their Saturday morning simplicity. 

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Never Alone

Never Alone

The little girl gets lost in her books,
giving no thought to the way she looks.
She perches sideways or upside down in her chair,
her arms akimbo, her legs in the air.

Snug in her quiet, cozy spot,
she submerges herself in the twisting plot.
Her friends are the characters on the page. 
She watches them live and dream and grow and age.

She sees them struggle and make mistakes.
Other times, they get all the breaks.
Their lives fill hers and become her own.
They are always around. She is never alone.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016



I'm overwhelmed
by my list of things to do.
Instead of doing more,
I need to escape,
relax, unwind, renew.

I need to find respite
in nature's soothing balm.
I need to stroll in the garden
and check on the mums.
Let the cool breeze make me calm.

I need to listen to seed pods rattle
and leaves rustle in the air.
I need to hear squirrels chatter
and blue jays shriek
as they issue each other a dare.

I need to feel the sun
warm on my skin.
I need fresh air to breathe,
 releasing the stress, 
stopping the spin.

I need to center my thoughts 
on the yellow begonias
and the flitting honey bees.
I need to sit and spend some time
in the shade of the maple trees.

I need to watch the clouds
drift by in the sky.
I need to clear my mind
and set free my spirit
before I give life's chores another try.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Facebook Frenzy

Facebook Frenzy

I'll be ready in a second. Just hang on.

Just let me check my Facebook. It won't take long.

I need to see what my friends have to say.

I have to see what they're up to today.

Oh look! A dog chasing a squirrel around a tree,

and I love these giggling babies--they make me so happy.

Here's a picture of my dear Aunt Nell.

It's good to see she's doing so well.

Don't leave without me. Be patient and wait.

Don't worry. It's fine. We won't be late.

Politics, politics. Scrolling through all of that!

Haha! Another video of a funny cat.

Oh dear. Fred's in the hospital. Shirley's asking for prayers.

Show-off Cheryl. Posting vacation photos AGAIN. Putting on airs.

How pretty! Sunsets, butterflies, and a sunny beach.

It's nice to be in touch with those who are out of reach.

Yes, I heard you! I'll be right there!

 Let me take this quiz and watch this dancer in Times Square.

Look here. There's breaking news. Someone's been shot!

The weather alert says we better get ready, it's going to be hot!

Facebook has something for everyone.

Friends and family and games just for fun.

There are fancy quotes about gratitude.

And angry people with an attitude.

Selfies, selfies, selfies galore.

Doesn't anyone take pictures of other people anymore?

I have just a bit more to do.

Let me share this post, and like that one, and write a comment, or two.

Good grief! I'm coming. You don't have to moan.

See I'm closing my laptop. I'm ready to go.

Just give me a moment while I grab my phone!