Sunny Sunday afternoon—
to sway in the hammock,
staring blankly into the foliage
that towers above me
to the music of my mind.
As I sway and stare
my vision veers
from real to remembered
and once again I find myself
lost in happy thoughts of you—
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An oddly elegant pedestrian
And lovely, corpulent equestrian
Went riding joyously authentical
On horses seemingly identical.
The rider’s enormous immensity
Gave gelding increasing propensity
To stalling. Staggering incidentally,
Then throwing horsewoman accidentally,
The other dismounted tenuously—
They ambled together strenuously.
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Sun hides his face
For the clouds that swell and spill
A gentle rain
My mood is moot
For whether glad, or mad, or sad,
The rains will come
Like bane and blessing
Night and day
Learn to find comfort in rain.
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An ambitious, amazing, attractive albino
Somehow got caught up with a derelict whino.
While boldly banging a broken banjo,
His derelict friend copied pictures of Van Gogh.
Then chowing calmly on cold calamari,
They both made a wish on the night sky so starry.
But daily disputing, a deep, dark discussion
Ended their friendship with great repercussion.
Now his endless, eccentric, egregious echo
Is only returned by a colorless gecko.
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“This is really happening”—turn and dash
Then came the crash
“What on earth was on her mind?” Through the light
Caused such a fright
Slammed the brakes and pressed them hard—car destroyed
Still alive, and conscious still—but the pain
The mounting pain!
Though healing will be long, yet I foretell
All will be well.
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Loneliness I’m feeling,
Longing to be with you.
Time moves far too slowly.
Oh, how much I miss you!
Sorrow sends me reeling.
Sorrow sends me reeling,
Yet I persevere,
Bearing long with patience
Reasons now unclear,
In due time revealing.
Continue reading “Not My Will”
What’s in a name? It’s just a name,
A few small letters in a row.
Though countless others use the same,
To me it’s special, for I know
That when I speak his name, his ears
Are open to my voice. His smile
Can melt my sorrows, calm my fears.
And though we’re distant for a while,
The miles melt, my hopes enwreathe
Whenever I his name but breathe.
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Friday had come—pay day,
Ladies’ night out for the three musketeers,
Or so they’ve been nick-named by their husbands.
A car with two boisterous women inside pulled up the driveway.
The horn honked raucously.
A younger woman came out of the house and climbed in
While waving goodbye to Mr. Goodbar, the nosy neighbor,
And the three musketeers were off.
Turning onto Fifth Avenue,
They arrived at their favorite shopping mall and piled out.
Wandering store to store, the women relived their teen years once again.
Doris found herself a new dress.
Kit-Kat (Katherine) got lost in mounds of classic movies.
And the youngest of the trio, Baby Ruth,
Was selected to receive a free mani-pedi!
To celebrate, her girlfriends took her to the jewelry store for something special.
Hours later, Mr. Goodbar could hear snickers, giggles, and chuckles
As the car returned to the driveway.
Baby Ruth got out and said good night to her friends,
Then entered the house and called out,
“Oh, Henry! You won’t believe what I found tonight!
Isn’t it lovely!”
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Brush of the artist, pen of the scribe—
Tools that she handles with equal finesse.
Able the eye and the ear to impress—
What she has tasted, gives us to imbibe.
Painting a picture using her words—
Paper, the canvas; life is the scene.
And on the easel, color ungirds,
Telling a story with writing unseen.
Poetry springs not from technique;
The artist makes the art unique.
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For years I’ve longed to have a perfect smile;
At last the long-awaited day has come.
I didn’t know they’d be so worrisome—
Will my mouth be this tender all the while?
They say there is no profit without pain;
I only hope it will not be in vain.
My daughter never did so carry on;
She chuckles now to see her mom complain.
From further loud laments I shall refrain,
Envisioning my smile when these are gone.
Continue reading “First Day in Braces”