Long Set the table Poems

I have many happy dreams of my childhood life,
      Mother and father and grandma made it special;
Playing make-believe was something I really loved,
       ...

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The old ruin sat near the brow of the hill
it had been there for centuries forgotten
none now knew for what purpose it had been used
not even the elders who had many suggestions

A not unattractive looking...

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~ Yes, I'll set here with Him and with you, but only for a moment... " 
Yes talk some alone with you and Jesus! " Of my many dreams.For my new, and expanding family, 
and for...

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" The oven is set on three hundred and fifty degrees;
the box of the Pillsbury Yellow cake is still unopened, for George's sake,
the kids are in the living room munching on cheese,
who's going to make...

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I'd rather be inside doing the baking
Than the one being baked outside in the sun.

I never learned how to barbecue,
As my Dad ran away when I was only two.
Though my Mum taught me how to...

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Judy awoke early this cool morning
and climbed out of her soft warm bed;
quietly she moved without a warning
and was gone before anyone was fed.

Judy had long, blonde, curly hair, 
eyes as green as the deepest...

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Yep I reckon I'll go out, about a bit to roam, and talk a while 
and ponder I will, yep, set here and talk some alone with God 
of the many a sorted thing, and...

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Take out the trash on Tuesday and remember the white bags are recyclable; 
Don’t mix the trash with the pig food, we’re saving the world; 
Put the yard waste on the curb on Friday after...

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Tonight we sit ‘round ye ol’ Christmas tree,
But not the tree of yesterday or yester year you see.
Lights shine from the bole and tips so free.
We do not sit on stools or bended knee,
Nay, we...

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‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’, I say.


As I am coming out of the stream
By the river side she is waiting 
When she offers me a towel to dry
She whispers this into my ear :
What a...

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I wanted so badly 
to know every darkened piece of coal 
beneath your sooted mantle
See for myself how every well lit pane
Became a sunlit stage
Where the glittered dust danced so graceful
How every long hallway corridor...

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It was a cloudy Easter Sunday.

I went over to my grandmother's house for dinner.
 
We were getting ready to set the table. 

When she told me to get the champaign glasses ready.

As I reached into...

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A Tea Party....she drug me into this nonsense
  ...I'd follow her to the end of the earth
Slight pang of jealousy surfaces discovering we're not alone
 A tattered bear and a ragdoll with a flopping...

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Christmas in Australia
by Robert (Bob) Moore
 
Its Christmas in Australia, the weathers stinking hot
got to do some shopping, but I’d really rather not
the crowds are large and noisy, the kids get in your way
and its...

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~continued~
Many years after I got away from him I then realized what an effect and affect it had on my children and still the insecurities and trust issues surface at times.
They are aware of why...

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Once I could recall every birthday
To places I had been I knew the way
From memory I could sing gospel songs
I knew each verse, not a word would be wrong

I taught children to say the alphabet
A...

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Before you leave me, my darling,
let me tell you this. When we met,
I was stolen words and borrowed 
phrases. Bruised in colour and wretched

Harsh character, bent on self
harm and ruined chances. But, 
you became my...

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it is a sad, sad tale indeed it is
father passed when i was but a babe
left with mother, sisters, dog, rabbits
there were three parakeets
and they all shared a commonality
they were female, still suspect the goldfish
such...

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There are garlands on my stairway and lights upon my tree.
My house is growing festive as Christmas time draws near.
Stockings are hung on the fireplace for kitty and for me.
Welcome to my holiday home at...

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Prophetic year of the mushroom
Day one message: 
nuclear madness is on the bloom
Usher in the house of bedlam
into a R.S.V.P. underground shelter mansion,
settle into concrete bunker chairs 
for the half-shelf life walking dead
Winter black sky...

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A low wind rises
tracing earth colors
on canvas
under your fingers
the bottoms of our love
interweaves.

Your laughter 
reverberates 
like an evening of wine
on a set table
without a glass.

Your shadow on the wall
drinking and saluting
our love, forever.

Shadowy tattoo 
a...

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My heart is the same full of love
     My house that shelters it full of pain
But it's autumn in my life, Dove
      The hair of gray...

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The Harvest

Once a year we come together as Americans and celebrate Thanksgiving.
The Indians greeted the Pilgrims, "How", one said.
Perhaps this meant hello, or maybe, just maybe by the grace of God it really did mean...

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Once a year we come together as Americans and celebrate Thanksgiving.
The Indians greeted the Pilgrims, "How", one said.
Perhaps this meant hello, or maybe, just maybe by the grace of God it really did mean how....?
How...

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My life began to stutter, when I began to clutter,
The Garage has taken on the appearance of an electronic graveyard,
No more room now for the car and finding the lawnmower
Yet another chore.
The smell of petrolium...

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