Lists Poems

My Wish Lists Get Smaller As I Age

            As I get older
          My wish lists get
        Smaller and smaller
         What I really want
  Can't be bought

Lists

there's something intrinsically poetic about lists…

1.
bread (wholemeal) 
twelve eggs
solar panels
occasional frogs
corporate lawyers
steam


2.
onions (red) 
tomatoes (finely chopped) 
garlic (four cloves) 
fireman's ladder (aluminium) 
disparity (secretly hidden) 
mildness (abundant) 
gluttony (almost definite) 
mozzarella (abridged) 


3.
clean sink
dirty sink
point un-necessarily 
wear wetsuit and carry surfboard in populated area
shirk responsibilities
vacuum dog
hide
reappear (nearly palindromic) 
borrow an eagle
book car in to be

Bucket Lists These Days

   Survived a six-week vacation 
     in downtown Gary, Indiana
   
   Bucket lists these days
     have gone bananas

Lists

Dreaming words, and the words are waiting.

I awaken and try to open my notebook, but the pages are stuck.

I scramble fruitlessly every morning.

Those dreams, those dreams…

I forgot my dreams before I could get a pen in my hand.

So I can only look back at my list from yesterday.

Of all the things I was supposed to

Cinquain again!

Got old,
It's not so bad,
Wrinkle age, bucket lists,
Option far worse, naught to discuss,
No fuss.

One-Out One-In To Do

One-Out One-in To Do

Too much to do?
Much more than few?
Only add one in
When one out binned.

Three Lists of Mine

Things I Almost Always Daily Do

1. Wake up on time; don’t be a sleepy head.
2. Grab the food I’ll eat at work (unless it is a stay-home day)
3. Clean the litter box; make sure the cats are fed.
4. Get dressed; do chores and don’t forget to pray.
5. Drive or don’t drive (see item number 2)
6.

Hit Lists

There have been many times in my life
when I heard about hit lists (kill lists so to speak).
Sometimes these death threats against others
even make it onto international news.
I’m reminded of the prize-winning author ,
a certain Sir Salmon Rushdie in the late 80’s
who received a death sentence from the Ayatollah.
His book was considered blasphemous and was

Guest Lists

When inviting some folks to your home,
Over guest lists you really should comb,
Crossing out those whose views
Have made waves in the news
Or you might end up here in a poem.

So a bigot or one filled with hate,
Should not find his name card on a plate,
Though, of course, it’s a choice 
To break bread or give

What Fascinates Me

Comfortable silence
Conversations 
made by our eyes 
Bodies that intertwine 
like souls who've met 
before our time 
Long loving laughter 
that feels up a room 
Time stands still 
just to watch us kiss 
with intention
Fear escapes us here
Stresses neglect us
Certainty is mine dear

They Made Lists

They texted on backlit marginalia,
phones dimming as the night grew older.
After a squabble, they tested their feelings.

“I am still the same woman,” she wrote,
mentioning all her good points.

He, drowsy and hung over,
“I have a list.”
He had listed the many reasons
she was great to be with -
quoted those.

“Thank you,” she said preening.
“I haven’t changed, you have!”

He

Poetry Soup Lists

Joy! Joy! of all the honors I have earned
In a lifetime of trysts, mazes, and twists
None have I so much relished, indeed,
As topping one of Poetry Soup’s lists!

I only wish they would send a certificate
I feel like my soul would be duly kissed,
My head swells with pride, such renown, 
If I wrote music, I’d feel

They Made Lists

They messaged on backlit marginalia,
phones dimming as the night grew older.
After the fight, they pondered each other,
tested their feelings.

“I am still the same woman” She wrote.

He, drowsy and hung over -
    “I have a list.”
He had listed the many reasons 
she was so great to be with.
He mentioned those reasons to her.

Shopping Lists

*(a poem in Senryus)*

You don’t have to count,
when you lose a boyfriend, you
know. There was just one.

He was gone before
I knew it - he wasn’t, you know,
tied up or anything.

For a moment I
toy with saying, “Alexa, add
rope to my shopping list."

In High School boyfriends 
come and go - it's like shopping
- where you return things.

My Bucket Lists a Little Pail

I suppose the usual suspects, 
should fill up this poem,
City of lights, ancient pyramids, 
colosseum in Rome,
To be honest I seen all these places, 
sitting playing the slots,
Yeah we’re talking Vegas baby, 
sin city, I’ve given it a shot,

Been up the Eiffel Tower, 
Bellagio fountains down below,
Viewing the Sistine chapel,
in Venice along the same road,
Look

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