Blended Family Poems

I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction 
blended, diced, fricaseed, 
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, 
stewed... with fact)

Hmm... on...

Read More

The sauerkraut did it!!
Added that twinge of flavor
To the ham bone and its remnants
Collided with the Kielbasa
Soothed the pre-softened
Veggies of unknown origin.

It simmered – long...

Read More

She loved those quiet moments together…loved the rainbow of colors they chose
when Mom would color her nails…and Dad would paint her toes.

It was during these...

Read More

kickball and biking
swinging on swings at the park . . .
youth’s sweet vibrant spark

Memories of my childhood and teenage years are probably the strongest of...

Read More

Our family is a blended family…two families blended into one…
I brought a son and a daughter into ours…Deborah brought a son.

When we blended our families...

Read More

My lady
My ladies, younger
One and two 
Can't be taken for granted
Their powerful love
Coloured with forgiveness
Again, I thank my Savior
Jesus, the reassuring joy in my soul
Come...

Read More

It was summertime and healing from the winter’s dark
Felt like memories were alone and silent, warring with the doubts
Leaves green and dancing with the breeze,...

Read More

I
Capitalists sell prayers and hope
From China, PRC, to you and me
In images and words: forward these
To all your contacts - such positivity
Yet we hear, embedded...

Read More

The racial question 

 There is a black female politician 
says Portugal is not black enough her liking
I find this preposterous.
The Portuguese who settled in...

Read More

Mr. Matsuo Basho
danced his words with delight
making better poets of us all.


Here I sit pen and paper in my hand
Mind is like a tornado whirling...

Read More

My great uncle and aunt had a fine love.
Uncle Clyde and Aunt Lucille were their names.
Over a decades times five was shared glue.
Two very different...

Read More

"Perspective of an Invisible People"

Struggling for over four hundred years
Drowning in rivers of tears
Throughout the country's history
Accepting black people, still a mystery
Since the country's discovery,...

Read More

Poems are words arranged in rhythm and rhyme.
The opposite of prayers but a mystery, Divine.
Words silently sent by one seeking mercy or help 
Our words...

Read More

We sat in the stands at a high school soccer match…just the other day…to watch a friend of our granddaughter (who we’ve also watch grow...

Read More

I
We make much of forgiveness; there's joy in receiving
Until I loved Wendolene, I had not been forgiven
Not in this way: I am able to believe...

Read More