tried to stay the course
knuckled down and buckled up,
but life intruded.
but who can’t relate
to life’s ups, downs, and u-turns?
just those who’ve not loved.
As if flip flopping
was not a survival mode
for our battered souls.
In response to the Daily Post’s daily prompt.
Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: When was the last time you did something new? How did it feel? Would you do it again?
Arriving in
Antigua in April to
Cobblestoned streets and
Cacophonous markets.
Bargaining for woven
Goods using
Three years’ worth of
High school
Español and a few
Quetzals.
Jouncing along with
Family and
Friends in three-wheeled
Conveyances called
Tuk-Tuks.
Drinking Picosas at a
Roadside stand.
Reveling in the sight of
Volcanoes exhaling into the
Sunset.
Rising early to the melody of
Guatemalan songbirds.
Rejoicing in the marriage of
Two beautiful souls in a
Place called
Hobbitenango.
Would I visit Antigua again?
¡Sí! ¡Sí! ¡Sí!
My life is an
Open Book,
Baby
No questions
Unanswered
No avenues
Unexplored
No fears
Unfaced
No wishes
Unimplored.
The cover
Unimpressive,
The Foreword
Undeserved,
The typeface
Uninspired,
The story
Unreserved.
Come read me
Unabashed
Learn my secrets
Unrehashed.
Written in response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Your Life, The Book.
Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Pick a letter any letter then write a story, poem, or post in which every line starts with that letter.
Don’t you know, I let Studly (aka David)
Doright decide on my letter?
Delight to
dandelions,
dolphins, and
dragons.
Drink to danger,
departures, and
dalliances.
Dance with
danger,
drama, and
destiny.
Delight to
doggies,
diamonds, and
daisies.
Do it.
Do not
Delay.
D won’t wait even one more
Day.
Count me in
When the full moon rises
I’ll change my tune,
Play hard to get
You’ll try to chase me,
But my heart will make
Me too strong for any
Mortal man to catch.
full moon, golden orb.
black night’s answer to sun’s light.
sisters of heaven. 
fleeting lunar sign
waning body fades to dark,
empty, moon called new.
oh man in the moon,
walk us, watch us, guide us home.
gently hold our hands.
written in response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt–Full Moon.
in response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Menagerie: Do you have animals in your life? If yes, what do they mean to you?
two cats have i:
scout,
my eldest girl
loves with her whole
heart.
i am her favorite, or
so i like to
think.
she chooses to sleep on
my side of the
bed much of the time.
given two laps,
side by side, most often
mine
is the one on which she
snuggles.
but scout keeps
space in her
heart
for strangers and
permits others to
pet and snuggle her
close.
patches,
my younger kitty
seldom allows
affection.
only with
trepidation
does she seek
human contact
so completely
aloof
is she.
but when she
craves affection
i am the
center of her
universe.
her cold nose
bumps against my
arm, code for
pet me, please!
and i am
moved
for she engages
no one else, save
me.
if my life were to
end tomorrow
loving scout
would soon
adapt to my
absence.
but patches, sweet
lonely kitty
would grieve
the loss of
her best
friend.
if i were to
lose either
cat
i would be
inconsolable.
Daily Prompt: BYOB(ookworm) Write the blurb for the book jacket of the book you’d write if you only had the time and inclination.
Katniss Potter was just an ordinary orphaned wizard until she found herself deposited into a maze surrounded by talking trees who demanded she choose a faction or turn to the dark side of the force.
Follow Katniss and her faithful sidekick R2D2 as they navigate the perils of the maze and seek to learn the identity of her father.
Maybe this is a book better left inside my imagination.
The Daily Prompt asked, “Do you like hot and spicy foods, or do you avoid them for fear of what tomorrow might bring?”
I like my food hot.
Spicy.
Gratuitous heat;
The kind of heat that
Makes me wipe the
Sweat from my
Brow as I eat.
Any residual suffering
For the sake of spiciness
Should be borne with
Stoicism and great
Quantities of
Pepto-Bismol.
Every story,
Every sunrise,
Every moment in time
Requires rules of some sort
Many constructed subtly,
While others seem to be
More well-defined.
This poem as example
Is written with no words
Of just three letters as
Prescribed by Daily Prompt.
I nearly failed this
No three rule, my hands
Trembled as I typed;
However, I saved myself
In a single move by
Changing “the” to “a.”
Damn. Foiled again.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 