Category: Poetry

Changing of the Purse

Seasons change

Clothes lighten up

Blacks and browns

Turn coral and lemon

Toes peek out of shoes

Nails painted prettily

Legs smoothed

Exfoliated.

When the task can no 

Longer be ignored a

Shift is made from

Old to new handbag.

Grimly the former is 

Held upside down, 

Its contents laid bare 

Upon a quilt:

Six quarters, two nickles, 

One dime, and many

Pennies.

Individually wrapped 

Toothpicks and breath mints,

A bottle of Advil and a 

Tube of hand cream.

Keys on a jingly ring and two

Tubes of lip balm.

Plus a wad of paper receipts.

Into the new bag go the

Necessary items. But at 

One time, everything felt

Necessary.

  

If I Were a Cat

If I were a cat

I’d be badass

I’d claim a spot in the

Sun and I’d give it up for

No one.

If I were a cat

I’d attack anything

That moved like

My sister’s tail or the 

Shadow teasing me on the

Wall or the admittedly fake 

Mouse on a string.

If I were a cat I’d run lickety split

From room to room and

Then turn and run back the

Way I’d come. 

I’d hop sideways just 

Because I can.

I’d find the highest point in the

Room and make it mine.

If I were a cat I would

Meow pitifully in the

Dead of the night until

My people become 

Concerned and come to

My aid.

If I were a cat.













Glimpses

A glimpse of a 

red barn 

tucked behind a 

stand of trees 

calling me home

beckoning.

A sighting of a

cardinal flitting

branch to branch

calling to his

mate, come 

home.

If home is where

the heart is,

then home is 

where you are.



Slow Day

Turtles move more
Quickly than
Days like this one
Sloths have more speed
Almost guaranteed.
Trees grow much more
Rapidly
It would seem
Than hours pass when
My man is gone.

There are only so
Many hours that
One can go to
Movies or
Watch tv or
Play Trivia Crack and
Words With Friends
Before one begins
Conversing with
Cats meaningfully, And they begin talking back.





Studly, the Poet

Studly and I are watching Pawn Stars. In this episode a buxom young woman takes a vintage video game into the store to sell to the guys. Studly thinks the young woman is a “real cutie.” 

I respond, “She’s not that hot. She just has big boobs” 

Then Studly says,

“That’s a great first step

In the right direction

To give a guy

A huge erection.”

He followed this statement with, “see, you’re not the only poet in the family.”

Just shoot me, okay?

Cat-a-licious

i am cat

fear me

worship me

rub my tummy



Cat in charge

Look at me, oh human

And despair

For I am feline.



My senses are heightened

My claws sharpened

My meows on key.

Resistance is futile.



Peace, people!

Spring

I. Around the corner

Lurk petals ready to bloom.

Spring where have you been?

  

II. When robin first sings

All nature stops to listen

Welcome back my friend!

  

III. My heart is stirred by

Lengthening days, earth’s rebirth,

Warmth of soil and sun.

  

Time Does Not Care

The Kiss by David Walker

I’ll pose to you two
Questions posed to me
Does love remember?
Does time have meaning?
If he said today I’ll love you forever
Would that mean anything?
Would he remember after
We tangled over jealousy
And hurt feelings?
Would love conquer all?
Would the time we spent
Loving mean anything or
Would it be wasted?
I don’t think I could bear that,
That what we’ve had
Becomes meaningless.
Better not to have loved
At all
In spite of what the
Poets say.

March Madness

Would Naismith get a kick out of

All the fuss surrounding his game?

Sixty-four teams (not counting the play-ins)

Split into compass directions:

Midwest,

East,

South, and

West.

I spend hours painfully

Using logic and following

Instincts, tracking down

Statistics and looking at

Home court advantages.

Jayhawks here, Wildcats there.

Duke, Gonzaga, Georgetown,

Longhorns, and Bears.

It’s hard to keep my heart from

Ruling my head, but

My bracket fills rung by rung

Until the ladder has but one name

In the center box. 

A champion!

Iowa State, the Cyclones,

A three seed to win it all.

The perfectly completed bracket.

Of course, they fell to a fourteen seed in

Round one.

Dammit.



Peace, people!

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32 Flavors

I know I’ve been on a diet for too long when the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt, 32 Flavors, instantly made me think not of ice cream, but of teas. And I wondered, are there 32 tea flavors?

Iced, sweetened and un.

Mango, raspberry, blueberry,

Wild berry, black cherry

Hibiscus, chamomile, and

Cinnamon.

Oolong, Earl Gray

Country peach passion

Lemon zinger

Peppermint, spearmint

Ginger snapper.

Honey vanilla

Green tea, black,

White tea, too,

Yerba Mate

Holy basil

Chai, matcha and

Pu-erh.

I almost left out

Rooibos and honey bush

But apparently they

All derive from the

Camellia sinensis plant

One tea, one love.

I think I counted 28 flavors,

I’m sure there are more

But my Sleepytime has

Steeped and is ready to pour. 



Peace, People!