581.
Wednesday Night Prayer to Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte, Lady of the Night
Bring us hope this Wednesday night
The Hope by your Golden Globe
A Godly hope that never says nope
Oh my beloved guardian
Keep us away from the clutches of Satan
With your Golden Globe, embrace us this Wednesday night
Be at my side everynight.
Amen.
-11/04/2017
(Dumarao)
*Nightly Prayers to Santa Muerte
574.
Wednesday Prayer to Santa Muerte
Oh Santa Muerte who is with us everyday
Our Sacred Protector, bless us this Wednesday
Grant us this Wednesday your Hope
Your Golden Globe we want to interlope
Your hopeful embrace with your Golden Globe
A hope from God that never says nope
Oh Santa Muerte in Yellow, Lady of Wednesday
Be with us from day to day.
Amen.
-11/03/2017
(Dumarao)
*Daily Prayers to Santa Muerte
Alex, my siter reads
to me what she will read
her class tomorrow,
a springy spring poem
by Eileen Fisher.
“Peck, peck, peck
on the little brown egg.”
An hour earlier,
I beat my husband
at an excruciating
and embarrassing
game of chess
for him.
Then the winner
must deal
with the verbal backlash.
Whop-eesh!
“What have you done
today to help out
around the house?
Name one thing!”
Moment of reflection
Inserted here…
“I showed up.”
“Great Jen.
Worthy of a poem,
I’d say. It’s haiku
worthy!”
Thank you God, for waking us up, feeling okay and the sky looking bright.
Thank you God, for the little things, the sun and moon, and all of the universe that works to make us able to live and breathe every day.
Thank you God, for being patient with us and giving us time to make amends for any wrongs.
We pray for a clear path forward that make all our moments be bright with light and joy.
We pray for our family and friends and others, that need our prayers.
We pray to live in peace and love and happiness.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Caprice
The right moment
at the wrong time
The right rhythm
with the wrong rhyme
The verse oft hidden
between the lines
The Muse abeyant
— till prescience shines
(The New Room: January, 2026)
In Plain Sight
You can hide
in the open
when you’re
somebody else
No need for
a mask
with your image
indwelt
You can hide
in the open
when nobody
stares
An orphan
in training
whose devils
— may care
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Alone
I hope that
you die
before
the new morn
The night holding
captive
your future
forlorn
I hope that
you choke
on the words
you profane
A prisoner
convicted
alone
— in your pain
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Darkness Calls
Temptation rears
its ugly head
Deception hides
beneath our beds
The Angels
of our nature shunned
As darkness calls
— perdition comes
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Starting the week exhausted,
doesn't bode well for having
a productive week.
However, I find myself
energized today and plan
to finish this week strong!
Wednesday is a good day,
the middle of the week
you can see the hope of a weekend
yet, you still have a few days
to do something productive
Happy Wednesday!
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“The rules are simple,” Wednesday whispers.
“Forget the kale, the quinoa, the virtuous calorie-free green misery.”
“Today, we bow to cocoa, the bean of pure delight.
A square, a bar, a molten river, bathing worries in warm light.”
“Eat chocolate, be happy. It’s less a suggestion, more a dare.
Try to frown with fudge smeared lips. You simply can't. Pinky swear!”
“Guilt? Maybe later. Right now, there's only chocolate,
and the profound understanding that sometimes, the answer is simply…
….more chocolate.
Mondays are always blue
Tuesdays proved to be so too
never can find a way
to make it safely through
Wednesdays came and they went
now all the money's spent
yet wouldn't you know
it never even made a dent
Thursdays became a bust
and Fridays I just can't trust
they always let me down
leave me in the dust
Saturdays are shadow play
what more can I say
the less said the better
best forgotten anyway
but Sunday I look forward to
it's my day of rest
my salvation too
the one I love the best
tho' twenty-four seven's
OK for some
I'll get by
with twenty-four one
Aperta
All of my life
the window stayed open
The good and the bad
— beginning to end
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
Verbal Teflon
If the message
doesn’t stick
— the words are in vain
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
And so it goes, these seven days
Waking up as my music plays,
A new beginning, one of many
A place to start, as good as any
The second day is rarely bad …
Enjoying whatever weather we'd had,
While checking the mail for a letter
Taking a breath and feeling better
Quietly, in comes the third …
With a silence that is rarely heard,
Turning off the screen I see
To read and write some poetry
On day four, the sun drifts slowly by
Always into the western sky …
Passed the middle of the hill
With a way and it's own will
Folly and fun fills day five
With simple things to feel alive,
As shadows move down my street
Finding me in a reclining seat
Now I lay me down to sleep
Snuggled in my bed so deep,
Tired after day number six
All in all, an eclectic mix
I find myself in a dreamy heaven
When it comes down to day seven,
Nothing extraordinary, nothing unique
And so it goes … another week.
Will you love me when I’m old
Even if I’m not as pretty or bold
Despite dementia will you still trust
Never mind December warm is our love
Engage me with your ebony eyes
Sauté my heart with red hot replies
Doting you are my red satin valentine
Amethyst is the art you paint in my mind
You are seasoned sexy smart and kind
Stay as you are chocolate lover of mine
One day,
On a blissful Wednesday,
I crawl up the moon to cry away.
Dark night,
Take me away with the light,
Keep sailing through the storm with all my might.
Silence the dweller,
While roses for the pyre wither,
And all my hopes shatter.
I dilly dally my way through a regular Monday
Icy rain covers my driveway by three o’clock
I slip and slide on it, weather reports come in
Monster storm is coming; the kind you get once in a century
My friends begin calling me
Do I have enough food and water?
I have enough to last six to eight months.
Also a hundred pounds of dog food for my two pony dogs.
Tuesday I awake to snow as tall as my porch
It is not bitter cold, but it is uncomfortably cold.
Wednesday is the kicker.
We are supposed to have more snow, more ice and fifty mile an hour winds.
My feet are cold tonight; I wonder how things will go in the morning.
Our temperature is going to drop from 28 to 16 degrees.
The interstates and highways around and through Kansas City are closed.
Mayor asks us to all stay home; schools are cancelled.
The electric company sent us a notice to expect outages.
Monster storm, you deserve a name.
I will call you Monster Helen after the meanest teacher I ever had
And the nicest teacher I ever had, both named Helen.
Back and forth
Day and night
yin and yang
fight or flight
hold that smile
kid yourself later
that ghost Within
is your own creator
Pride & Power
soon will sour
count your blessings
hour to hour
Family and friends
one in the same
they come and go
so remember your name
be kind to all
black a red hearts
forgive yourself
and those who tore you apart
you are no angel
you yourself have done wrong
I write this in hopes
We may all remain strong
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