March 10, 2016 The One-Eyed Wonder I tell my dog to stay so he promptly sits He just wants to play It’s a battle of wits A quick game of fetch fits with the cat’s added comedy when he jumps and flits It seemed like quite the tragedy when the poor dog... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 35
March 8, 2016 The Notebook The small notebook languished at the bottom of a dark drawer its pages filled with lists of vegetables, partial poems Ingredients lists for salads and stews long since cooked and eaten but not necessarily forgotten Poem bits inspired late at night by verses careening through... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 27
March 8, 2016 Oblivious The drunkard grins from ear to ear Oblivious to the pain he inflicts on those who love him Numb to the pain buried six feet under his cold cold heart Bartender, bring me a double That and a grin will drown all his troubles _____________________________... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 5
March 7, 2016 Choices A forced grin a false I’m okay are all I’ve got It’s been three years, three years today since you left with me not knowing not for sure anyway where you have gone Heaven or hell those are the choices Which did you choose? ___________________________________ At... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 30
February 29, 2016 My Journey of Lent The journey of Lent is personal for each Christian. In fact, some Christians aren’t even aware of what Lent is, what it means. It should be a journey of drawing closer to Christ, of understanding His sacrifice. Yet so often it becomes a journey of... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 18
February 25, 2016 I’m 95 Today Today is my 95th birthday and I’m tired I can’t catch my breath and my chest feels tight And I’m tired, so very tired It’s good to be out of that awful hospital bed At my daughter’s house instead The trips from the hospital to... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 25
February 23, 2016 Exam Flashback The only sounds in the room are pages flipping, keyboards clicking, air blowing from the ceiling vents The tension thickens as the time set to begin passes I’m thankful that for me the tension is a 25-year-old memory and it didn’t involve the stress of... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 12
February 17, 2016 Cerulean Sky Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift. ~ Mary Oliver When you’re 14, they call it puppy love. What does a 14-year-old know of love—anyway, I thought it was... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 14
February 16, 2016 She Always Called Me Sweetie The little room was suffocating I sat there with my sister Suz, my brother-in-law Dick, and the shell of my sister Peggy I wouldn’t have known it was Peggy in the bed if Suz hadn’t also been there I hadn’t seen Dick in 28 years; he’d... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 26
February 11, 2016 Why This Pain? Why would God allow this pain? Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I doubt What is this suffering all about? What could there possibly be to gain? Oh the trauma that drove me insane Mired in darkness, struggling to get out Why would God allow this pain? Sometimes... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 29