I stumble daily:
physically,
emotionally,
spiritually.
Lord,
help me
daily find
the courage,
wisdom, and
strength,
to handle
each stumble
and to
refrain from
judging the
stumbles of
others.
Peace, people.
Category: Poetry
Drama
keep living on drama
boasting about your
conquests and agonizing
over your letdowns.
before long you’ll
be no more respected
than the boy who cried
wolf, and we know how
that one ended.
Oh Muffin Top, My Muffin Top
Love handles,
Spare tire,
Thick around
the middle.
A muffin top
by any other
name is still
my clothing
nemesis.
I tried on jeans today. Hence the poem. The jeans I loved fit just low enough on my hips to produce the dreaded muffin top. The jeans that hid my muffin top produced the dreaded mom jeans look. I’m thinking about embracing the bulge and decorating it with sparkles and sequins. Might start a new trend.
Peace, people!
Colony of Doubt
How can elation and pleasure
morph so quickly into doubt
and self-flagellation?
How does a bright day filled
with the promise of beauty
dissolve into ugliness?
I am fragile and built of
hopes and dreams.
Just like you.
Good Question
You, yes, you
sitting there
reading your
book, washing
the dishes,
or working
on your tan.
Do you love
yourself?
If not, then
it’s way past
time you began
learning how.
We have to first
love ourselves
before we can
truly, honestly
love others.
Fear, mistrust,
anger, might all
become dead
emotions,
ancient texts to
be buried and
never resurrected.
List yourself
first among those
you love, and
love will expand
to encompass the
whole world.
Peace (and love) people!
Things That Make You Go “Ewww!”
I ran over a snake this morning.
Ewwwwwwww!
It made me think about other things that bring an ewwwwww to my lips and face and mind:
Things That Make Me Say “Ew!”
(To the tune of My Favorite Things)
Spiders in thick webs and
Baby poop in diapers,
Roaches in corners and
Squished bugs under wipers
Moldy foods in Tupperware
And stinky gym shoes
These are the things that
Can make me say ewwww!
Snakes underneath tires
And hair in my salads
Stepping in dog poo
and John Tesch’s ballads
Splattering sneezes with
Snot infused goo
These are the things that
Can make me say ewwwww!
When the kid pukes
When the farts smell
And I hold my nose
I simply reflect on these
Grossest of things and
All I can say is Ewwwwww!
Peace, people!
Thunder
She passed away
on a sunny
summer Sunday,
not a single cloud
in the sky.
No time for
regrets, tears,
or laments;
only just enough
time to die.
After all these years
And all those tears
With all her scars
And baseless fears
She always thought
Or hoped I guess that
Death might give some
notice, some alarm
at the last.
Instead she smelled
honeysuckle on the
wind and for some
reason heard
the dull roar of
thunder on this
cloudless day.
Cat Protective Services
Two cats
live in
our home,
Two cats
who never
venture
outside.
One is black,
the other
black and
snowy white.
However,
the stern cat who
meows
incessantly
from the
patio’s French
doors is a
watchful visitor.
She makes
certain that
the captive
cats (for
that is how
she views
them) are
well loved
and cared for.
She represents
Cat Protective
Services.
The Chrysanthemums
John Steinbeck’s short story, The Chrysanthemums, is one of my favorites and the inspiration for this poem. I’ve linked to the story below, and if you’ve never read it, I hope my poem encourages you to do so. I really hope it doesn’t discourage you! That would be awful!
Eliza’s Fate
She looked forward
to the small pleasures
after all:
ladybugs and
budding flowers,
the songs of
passing birds,
the smell of lilacs
in the spring.
What else was
meant for her
she’d never know,
but perhaps
this was it.
Most days she
thought nothing
of the lacks
in her life.
Most days she just
went through the motions.
Most days she felt
it was enough.
But.
Other days she
privately railed
against the sameness.
Other days she cried
silently in the kitchen.
Other days she felt the
absence of color.
When he rode through,
that stranger, speaking
in a familiar way,
her need clawed raw and
subversive. Embolding.
What if today? Maybe he?
She dared the unthinkable
opened herself to him.
Like chrysanthemums,
of little consequence.
http://thereycenter.org/uploads/3/4/3/2/3432754/the_chysanthemums-steinbeck.pdf
Paper Pictures
Great artists
work in
a variety of
media:
construction
paper and glue,
glitter and
fingerpaints,
thumbprints in
tempera.
They do not
concern themselves
with brush stroke
techniques or
fickle critics,
their only goal
a smile from a
proud recipient,
a place reserved
on the fridge.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 