Falling from great heights
Stomach dropping headiness
Help me bungee cord!
Falling in deep love
Hormones rush in hectic waves
Help, help me Rhonda!
Falling in slow mo
Like an action movie scene
Help me Chuck Norris!
Category: Poetry
A Wink and a Prayer
Lead me not into temptation,
Refrain from encouraging my slide
Into passages of wild abandon
With a subtle wink and nod.
Hold me to much higher standards
Than those to which you subscribe
Hypocrisy is all the rage, my dear
Executive orders well describe.
Sauce for the goose, gold for the gander
Don’t let them catch you weeping
Heads we lose; tails we’ve lost
Prayers are all past keeping.
Little Rivers
Torrents of mid-winter rain drown fallen leaves of oak, carrying the lucky ones Downhill
On shimmering ad hoc rivers until they meet on the banks of a temporary lake. Golden clumps
Cluster forlornly in pre-spring purgatory awaiting the salvation of rake and wheelbarrow.
Civilized Savages
Sacrificed virgins
While calculating the odds
Victory is ours!
Consult soothsayers
Before venturing abroad
Northumbria bound.
Ransacked the churches
Incorporated their gods
Melding religions.
Sleepwalking
I slipped out in the darkness, fumbled with my shoes under the yellow light of the street
Lamp. A pebble picked up from the sidewalk bruised the tender skin of my heel as I
Hobbled down the middle of our street guided only by memory and the full moon’s
Shine. I imagined foxes and deer watching over me as I crept through the dark,
Waking to find myself standing in my own bathroom surrounded by clothes sorted
For washing. Perhaps I should refrain from eating spicy foods too close to bedtime.
Alternative Facts
I’ve tackled the Iditarod,
Sailed the seven seas,
Made a fortune in the market,
Survived the killer bees.
My art work’s in the Louvre,
Next to Munch’s Scream,
I swam the English Channel
Made the Olympic team.
Every day I run ten miles,
Uphill and in the snow,
I’ve earned a star in Hollywood,
Same as Russell Crowe.
In the tabloids I’m lauded
As the leader of the pack
I swear to you this all is true
In a world of Alternative Facts.
Trust and Obey?
There’s a new sheriff in town
I’ve heard he speaks loudly,
Carries a teeny tiny schtick
His minions denounce loudly,
Don’t mind his words
Just trust in his heart
But I’ve listened and looked
Can’t tell his intent apart
From the hate and the bile
He spews with such glee
If he expects obeisance
He won’t get it from me.
Trust and obey?
For there’s no other way?
To survive four years
Of a would be tyrant’s sway.
Pardon my dissent,
I’ll use reason and wit
Hide under the hedgerow
And gleefully resist.
Found at Sea
Love, come sail with me
To the edge of the known world
Where sea and sky kiss
We’ll find our true selves
‘Neath cerulean heavens
Far from earth’s safe shores
I’ll be your lighthouse
Your compass’s truest north
You’ll be my anchor.
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Wannabe
I wanna be a poet, a word slinger extraordinaire. Instead I’m a mimic, pacing
Off the steps, gimping up the line behind the real deal. Authenticity has meaning in rhyme’s
World. Weighty phrases loaded with innuendo and innocent declarations of true love.
Give me shelter, hoist me high, let me trade these paltry phrases for a silver plated platter.
A rose by any other name would still wilt and die, and therein lies the inherent problem: Reality.
Marching FOR Women’s Rights
I marched in the rain
With thousands of
Like-minded people
My tears fell as I
searched for parking
Joyful that it was
IMPOSSIBLE given the
Number of women and men
Of ALL ages and colors
Who joined their voices
In support of women’s
Inalienable rights.
Democracy in action.
My ball gown was a poncho,
My stilletos, tennis shoes.
Trump, in your ivory tower,
Heed this, our cry:
Women’s rights are Human
Rights! Liberty for one;
Liberty for ALL.
My friend Julie and I were about midway in the long line of people that stretched from Railroad Park up the hill to Florida Agricultural and Mechanical University (FAMU). Estimates indicate more than a thousand people took to the streets to express our fervent plea that women’s rights and the rights of minorities be honored in this new administration.
Rain fell intermittently, but spirits were high. Nothing could dampen the glow of democracy in our midst.
Praying for Eyebrowz 