May 31, 2016 Whispers of Love I heard a whisper on the breeze What did it say? I couldn’t make it out There it is again I love you and I always will Peace upon the breeze sweetly wafting from above Truth to cling to when breeze becomes a storm ———... 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: 13
May 9, 2016 Blooming Season I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend Mother’s Day than walking with my son among 600 or more varieties of iris, along with the many “companion” plants—oriental poppies, fringe trees, lupine, and more. The weather is perfect. The sun comes out enough 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: 28
May 5, 2016 Speaking of Gold She saw in nature’s beauty and majesty her first glimpse of the Divine, swathed in green amidst the beauty is an echo of gold The home He gave her turned out to be the hardest to hold onto as the hue of the forbidden fruit... 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
May 3, 2016 Living Water I’m a prickly pear cactus living in this hot Mojave Desert They call my home Death Valley for good reason Life-giving water is scarce but I know how to survive When the rains come I store up this treasure deep in my veins It sustains... 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: 24
April 29, 2016 Remembering Dad My dad was the best. I remember when I was a kid how with gloved hand he would take each bullhead off the hook so I wouldn’t get cut by their spiky fins. I remember how he taught me to shoot a BB gun in... 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: 4
April 26, 2016 Heaven All things new, peace abounds Singing is an awesome sound The glory of our God is great Every need of mine He’ll sate River of life eternal flows Tree of life beside it grows No more sorrow, no more pain Calf beside the lion has... 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 Comment: 1
April 23, 2016 It’s Never Goodbye I love to spend time with my friends We chat, catch up, and share it all Pick each other up when we fall I hope our friendship never ends For hard feelings we’ll make amends We’ll laugh out loud, or we might cry You’ll never... 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: 0
April 21, 2016 My Road My road began bright and cheery Birds sang sweet, lovely flowers bloomed It would always be I assumed Then it became dark and dreary With each step I grew more weary When I tried to walk all alone Plagued by despair of being known Oh grace, you... 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
April 17, 2016 My Poetry Dictionary I’d love to write a sonnet While wearing an Easter bonnet Or perhaps a villanelle That would do as well The problem I have with meter Which is meant to make a poem neater Is that I struggle to understand iambs Those metrical feet, not... 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: 10
April 16, 2016 Oh Ramona The sun rises high In the cerulean sky The wind comes like manna Out of Santa Ana The brown weed field Naught but thorns does yield In the one-story houses The ungrateful one grouses Pool parties and a picnic feast Friends come from north and... 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: 4