Marathoners tell
of surviving the long race;
going the distance.
Pour me a tall glass
Of Chardonnay and watch me
Go my own distance.
For I will never
Compete in a marathon,
But just watch me drink.
Peace, People!
Tag: haiku
When a Cowboy Dies
When a cowboy dies
the world sighs and God calls out
“come home son, and rest!”
“You’ve no more cattle
to brand, no roundups to ride,
come home son, and rest.”
“Your best horse awaits
ready for your gentle hand
ride home son, and rest.”
When a cowboy dies
loved ones cry, while angels sing,
“welcome home; now rest.”
I wrote this piece as a tribute to my husband’s Uncle, Frank Parker, who passed away this week. I didn’t have a photo of Uncle Frank, but actor Fess Parker (pictured above) was a cousin, and shared a lot of the same good genetic material.
Uncle Frank was a true cowboy from his early teenaged years in Pie Town, New Mexico, until his body just couldn’t do the work anymore. Not too many years ago Frank suffered a broken neck in a horse-related incident.
No one expected Frank to live, but he did, recovering fully and continuing to ride the range out near Albuquerque, New Mexico, on into his 80’s.
Uncle Frank was one hell of a tough man, and a real cowboy. He’s ridden on home now. May he truly find rest.
Peace, people.
Jealousy and Irony
Jealousy is not
An emotion to envy.
Ironic, really.
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Green Eyed Lady.
Don’t hate me because
I am beautiful, she said.
I am smarter, too.
Peace, people!
The Noyzinator Deluxe
Daily Post’s Daily Prompt–“You the sandwich: If a restaurant were to name a dish after you, what would it be?”
Frankly I’m surprised someone hasn’t already named a dish after me, but since, as far as I know they have not, let me wax eloquent on the topic.
The Noyzinator Deluxe
Two slices of soft white bread
Mayonnaise spread on both slices
Three slices of thick sliced bacon
Ripe avocado slices
Two fresh tomato slices
Leafy green lettuce
A dash of salt
Fresh ground pepper
–serve with a side of fresh grapes–
Duchess of Sandwich
the noblest of titles
conveyed upon me.
Flip Flop
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.
Darkness Haiku
I. Do not fear darkness
when night envelopes the land;
embrace the respite.
II. Lives lived in shadow
between sunshine and starlight;
flicker as fireflies.
III. Sun sets for us all,
eventually we sleep;
The one way journey
Sticks and Stones
neither sticks nor stones
or catapulted pavers
can sever one’s soul.
only words spoken
in anger wield that power;
ever guard your tongue.
worthwhile advice yet
spoken much too late to save
me from my nature.
Peace, people!
Full Moon Haiku
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.
Curiosity and the Door
Behind this door lies
Madness, maybe, or magic.
Only time may tell.
Green doorway beckons,
Oft polished tiles pave the way
Stay wary, be wise.
From ether appeared
Long-limbed, staff-carrying Mage.
My breath caught; exhaled.
“Magician, tell me
Secrets from beyond grave’s door.”
“Those must wait,” he said,
“For your own demise,
Your journey beyond life’s pale
Do not hurry there!”
Patience, I have none.
Again I begged the wizard,
“A hint, please of what’s to come!”
Wickedly, he smiled,
“Child, ask me no more!
Twice have I refused your bid
Thrice will serve you not!”
But eager was I
To know secrets dark and deep
Again I bade him,
“Answer me! ‘Tis truth I seek!”
Rakishly grinned he,
“You should have escaped, my dear,
Now face your nightmare!”
Force flew from his hand,
A blinding light soon followed
To my knees I fell
Trembling with fear
Awestruck by his power play.
“Enough,” I cried. “Please!”
“Your pleas fail to halt
The mighty powers I have
Set into motion.”
Now in this casket
I am sealed without a hope
Of ever leaving,
Of ever loving,
But at least I still have a
Wicked way with words.
Curiosity
Killed the cat I’ve heard it said.
And it entombed me.
I snapped these photos in Antigua, Guatemala, at la Casa de Santa Domingo, a hotel built around the ruins of an ancient monastery. Sometimes my imagination has its way with me.
Peace, people!
E.T.: The Earnest Terrestrial
Among us walk men
Of a most serious bent
Earthlings quite earnest.
Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird.
There also are those
With more frivolous outlooks
Inclined to amuse.
Jim Varney in his role as Ernest T. Bass in Ernest Saves Christmas.
Such as this Ernest.
Who contrary to his name
Was anything but.
Praying for Eyebrowz 