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Growing up in a loving family of seven—
church on Sundays,
bare feet running wild,
sharing a tricycle with three—
double the fun, one standing behind the seat.
Dreaming of white dresses and Prince Charming,
following my dreams,
praying in church
to a God so giving.
Marveling at trees, sunrises, sunsets,
the deep blue sea—
His touch lingering in the beauty of life,
painting a picture so bright.
No doubt in my mind that God exists.
All the whistles and bells
laid at my feet—
a handsome young man,
blue eyes, dark hair,
took my hand in his and said,
“Be my wife.
Build a life side by side.”
Thanking the good Lord when we said, “I do.”
Years go by, and we look to Heaven,
grateful for two little miracles
running around our feet.
A full life, with its grief and joy,
but always the promise of forever—
God, ever-loving, giving us strength.
Until the day the nightmare began.
Shaking my fist at the big man in the sky,
another Earth angel called home—
to a Heaven I no longer believed in.
Dead trees, dull sunsets,
the deep sea filled with my tears.
No more miracles,
no more God,
no mankind I could trust.
No make-believe happy endings.
Grief so profound—
mourning my daughter, barely thirty.
Bitterness crept into my soul.
The world turned grey,
no colour left to see.
No longer praying.
Days turned to months—
still standing, somehow.
Dead inside since she went away.
Poetry became my lifeline,
the reason I’m still here.
The veil of darkness lifts—
just a bit.
The beauty of the Earth whispers again.
A newborn’s cry brings tears—
not of sorrow, but joy.
Memories of years with you return,
and maybe—just maybe—
a crack forms
in the wall I built.
Maybe there is a God.
I see His reflection staring back at me.
A gift:
another day to grieve,
to live,
to love—
and to humbly ask forgiveness
for ever doubting the Lord, my Saviour.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes—
His promise: everlasting.
DON’T TICK OFF THE DUMMY
he’s irate from the yelling,
there’s no telling what will befall the scene, before sundown.
Paul Newman’s balancing act
becomes unhinged...
the drop happens at the precipice of a proud building,
this dummy slips and plummets.
a mannequin, it seems, has the film crew reeling.
the director collapses, slipping up —
treating actors like flimsy paper dolls,
a surreal moment for Preminger,
close to his final act,
can he recover if blue eyes dies?
6/4/2018
*A crazy way to make a point! While filming a fight scene, Newman throws a mannequin off the building. The director had to have medical attention, as he thought Newman fell for real! See Wikipedia: The Exodus Movie
In the American wilds there are kings and
queens of the timberlands,
their pups born into a fraternity of royalty.
Crystal blue eyes shudder the dawn in
thick forests and open tundra.
Native American spirits in the elements
in all seasons,
in harmony with the wolves’ songs,
gently flowing eternally in the streams.
Oh, to run, run with their brethren of the
freedoms,
hunters and their prey churning up the
snow.
In the wilderness twilight they howl in
unison,
a woodland concert of the untamed neath
the ochre copper moon,
their breath exhaled in a frosty mist.
Whatever you do, please don’t kill my
wolves,
they are the sons and daughters of
nature’s magnificence.
So many have been felled and my heart
can’t bear hearing the roaring of the
rifles anymore,
Oh God, no!
Please don’t pierce their bodies,
their souls,
please, please don’t kill my wolves!
He sees the rose that's sprinkled in her cheeks
She sees the cracks in looking glass
He sees the soft brunette of her shining hair
She sees dull wisps of grey, she cannot manage
He sees the shine and twinkle in her soft blue eyes
She sees her reflection through corrective lenses
He sees her running through the garden to greet him
She feels the pain, as she walks with her cane to meet him
He holds the soft, smooth hand that wears a simple golden band
She feels him squeeze her weathered, gnarled, vein ridden hand
He sees the girl he met and loved at seventeen
She sees the love of her life
He sees through rose colored glasses
She adores him
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Dedicated to my grandparents
My life is good but so ordinarily boring
I feel the urge to maybe start exploring
I am getting old, my body’s fat storing
Time for bed again to hear hubby’s snoring
I wake up, or maybe I am in a dream
My body feels different, younger, more lean
My hair is very long, and flowing, it gleams
My nails are long and red and very extreme
I am in an unfamiliar room in four poster canopy bed
I look up at a satin canopy above, colored blood red
The door creaks and opens, I am fearful with dread
I then see the most beautiful man, he’s drop dead
He comes to the bed and stares at me with piercing blue eyes
I know I should run but am overtaken in a trance, mesmerized
Then he comes closer, his lips brush mine, I kiss him, it’s unwise
But I am so elated my body starts to respond to my surprise
I then feel his tongue on my neck, as he starts to playfully bite
I feel my blood trickle down my neck but I can’t put up a fight
Instead I can’t move and my sense are ecstatic with delight
Is this really happening to me, is this a dream, will I be alright?
Then the room starts to spin, as I hear loud rain pouring down
I wake to hear familiar sounds, like snoring, start to surround
My eyes now open, my husband is next to me, sleeping sound
I start to relax until I see large drops of blood on my night gown
10/15/18
In his blue eyes there are beautiful smiles
Whispers of joy, inspirations flowing
Encouragements to help me through trials
In silence, my love for him is growing
Gentling my spirit with tenderest grace
Whispers of joy, inspirations flowing
Light falls over my heart, like an embrace
Comforting all loss with such restful peace
Gentling my spirit with tenderest grace
When he kisses me, the joy will not cease
This love frees me to be me, without shame
Comforting all loss with such restful peace
He surely loves me and no one’s to blame
With passion like fire there is real trust
This love frees me to be me, without shame
Romance like this is first found in stardust
In his blue eyes there are beautiful smiles
With passion like fire there is real trust
Encouragements to help me through trials
UP TO 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
April 30, 2023
She is stranger than I the little girl informed her mother.
Her name is Jaycee, and she is funny, and she likes me.
Her mother was thrilled that Samantha had a friend.
It had been a long time coming.
She had made it to third grade without any real friends.
Jaycee says this, Jayce does that. Jayce wants to…..
Jaycee, Jaycee, Jaycee……. and so, it went.
Samantha was incredibly happy with this classmate.
Conferences were held in October.
Samantha’s mother mentioned Jaycee to the teacher.
Expressing how glad she was that Samantha had a friend.
The teacher said they had no one in the class named Jaycee.
Samantha’s mother described her – blonde hair, blue eyes.
Pigtails, and she likes wearing a pink shirt with a unicorn.
The teacher showed Samantha a photo of her daughter the next day.
You look so cute in this photo! Samantha said to the chair next to her.
Jaycee had died in an automobile accident ten years before.
She had been eight and was in the third grade.
This summer, different from any other
I watched two girls to help out their mother
My kids, a job and a half
My family shared a good laugh
As my quiet time, they knew, would smother
As always, I refused to listen
Their clear, blue eyes would glisten
Accepting the challenge
A work load benge
Now that their gone, I find myself missing
Before long, I learned, it was me
I was right where God wanted me to be
I helped a friend
Meet her ends
Helping myself unknowingly
An angel, disguised as a ten year old
Oh at the scenarios that would unfold
A precious punk
With fiery *****
In my heart, she quickly strolled
She taught me things, my aged eyes couldn't see
Imagination, excitement, to her, came easily
With every pinch
I budged an inch
Before long, I was on a fun living spree
Cool Fact: Elvis Presley holds the record for the most platinum certificates issued by the RIAA, with 70. Elvis Presley's records spent a cumulative total of 1,155 weeks on the UK singles chart since his first hit Heartbreak Hotel released on May 11, 1956.
Everything went crazy when Elvis came upon the scene.
Ladies loved his sexy style; with controversy, he made history.
'Viva Las Vegas', one of his many films, put him up on the big screen.
In all the world, an icon and the King of Rock was he,
Shaking his Elvis pelvis so provocatively!
Perpetually has Elvis Presley’s huge estate
Remained one of the richest of celebrities we prize.
Even now, he’s the singer that most folks impersonate.
So handsome was this star with jet black hair and ice blue eyes.
‘Love Me Tender’ easily could make
Each and every young girl swoon.
Yesterday till today, still idolized, he died much too soon.
May 13, 2023
for The Elvis Presley Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Two thousand years ago Robot John came by
As a gift from mom and pop at Christmas
Wrapped in orange paper made in Russia
Signed “Peace and Love Forever” Santa
The android stood as tall as life with flashing lights
Big blue eyes that never blinked or cried
It posed a million questions in need of answers
Programmed by parents bent on my happiness
Robot John would be my friend forever playing
Protecting me from bullies and enemies alike
Teaching me to speak in several languages at a time
It seemed like fun and games would never stop
How wrong was I for dreaming such a fantasy?
As I grew older the robot took control of things
It beat me every day for pleasure
Using logic and a piece of wood for my own good
Mom and dad did not believe in punishment
They delegated that to Mr. Robot friend
If only I could find the turn off switch
So I could dismantle him