April 8, 2017 Wind Gusting wind Branches whipping Banging on the roof Pulling down power lines Leaving us in the dark It’s chilly without heat Whatever shall we eat? Great power in God’s wind 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 7, 2017 Extremes Thirty words seem easy compared to thirty thousand or more needed for a memoir With only thirty you can just delete all the ones you really don’t want to share 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 6, 2017 Hidden Hidden pain buried deep Terrible secrets to keep You can never let anyone see That’s the lie I once believed Mired in fear my heart grieved Truth set me free _______________________________ Sharing for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub. Head over and read some other great... 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: 15
April 5, 2017 It Was Foretold Tables turned Coins scattered Spark a murderous rage Caiaphas hatches a plan To kill just one man His anger to assuage Pilate is his pawn Still Jesus rose at dawn 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 4, 2017 I’m Not a Pirate A pirate’s eye patch I won’t wear Strap a peg toe on me You shan’t dare You think it’s funny I don’t Laugh all you will Said Roman, I won’t _______________________________ At dVerse Poets Pub today, Lillian is calling for a little anthropomorphism. I had to make... 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
April 3, 2017 Listening It’s been a hard week, she said Me, too, I thought but didn’t speak Just listen, God nudged So I listened even when she paused Thanks for listening, she said 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 2, 2017 In the Garden Daffodils bloom in the garden today Bluebell buds making their way Poking up through soaked spring earth Early season beauty of infinite worth Hopefully there’ll be more flowers than weeds 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: 2
April 1, 2017 My National Poetry Month Challenge Call me a fool A fool I may be But in just thirty days You will see I’ll have penned thirty poems of thirty words each and not one more 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
March 28, 2017 Hot Air Her ego filled the room like hot air fills a balloon If only she’d jump in the basket and float up, up and away Spare me from her know-it-all contradictory statements But alas, she does not so I smile and nod planning my escape _____________________________________... 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: 22
March 3, 2017 Giggles of a Cutie I didn’t mean to get him in trouble But I couldn’t help playing peek-a-boo with the cutie in front of me squirming in his father’s arms at Ash Wednesday service we’re supposed to be solemn But I made him giggle I think God smiled ____________________________... 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: 6
