Monday, April 11, 2011

Never Again Poem

Never again shall I see
a blood red moon
touch a sapphire sea
or on a crisp night
hear chirps sweetly sung
as earthly colors orange and brown
are chaotically flung
Never again into your eyes shall I stare
melt under warm lips
run fingers through your hair
I smile and whimper inside
as I say my last goodbyes
to a world so enchanted
A world I took for granted

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Time Poem

4:19 a.m.

Not sure how long
I’ve been tossing
I know it makes him stir
I’m awake
My mind reeling
Something’s there
A spark
A thought
A start
Need to write it down
Before it seeps away
Into the darkness
Of a too early morn
I don’t want to interrupt his slumber
Less than an hour till the alarm
Hopping repetition and retention
Will keep these words with me
As I stray along the silence
Losing knowingness
Waiting to wake 

Ready to celebrate poem

2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 8

Looking forward to

One semester till the first 8th grade graduation
Sweet 16’s on the horizon
Cars and graduating high school
Hope the celebrations never end

Special Evening

Butterflies in my stomach
Anticipation in my fingertips
Watching the long minutes
Slowly tick the hours by
My mind is racing
I laid out my dress
My jewelry and shoes
Prepped my smaller purse
One thing not worked out
As I mentally see styles of my hair
Maybe I should not wear mascara
What if I cry
Remembering what led to this
Happy tears could downpour
and run
Did I check my stockings
After a while my head swims
While the room spins
Everyone is happy and dancing
Getting tired
My feet will ache
I won’t want the night to end
But first
I must finish the work on my desk
1 hour till I leave
4 hours till I arrive

What if Poem

2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 7

What if it’s the end?

Trees topple over, uprooted
and the ground unfastens
swallowing up houses and parks
Towers turn to rubble on the streets
The seas invade the land, as if to wash it all away
Dust blocks the sun, now nothing will grow
What if Mother Earth turned against us?
Would it be our end?

Don't (blank), (blank) Poem

2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 6

Don’t settle, hold out for

Don’t give in because it’s easier
Don’t be accepting because 
it’s as close as you think you can get
Your dreams are not out of reach,
they are attainable 
If you are not getting out, what you put in
If it leaves you wanting, and your heart waning 
Then realize, it’s not enough
Be fulfilled
Be over-satisfied
Why settle for passable
When life can be rewarding 

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Serious or Goofy Poem

It's National Poetry Month


and tan
endless sand

on my lips
a painful kiss

from the inside
drowning in low tide

why fight
misconception in spite

within me
your void, my desert sea

Difficult Choice

The purple highlighter or the blue?
What’s the difference?
If you only knew

Why not ask ~ the bison or the hen?
Even upside down
Truth inks from my pen.

     The Purple

     In the purple
     once was I
     on a hilltop  
     kissing the sky

     Somehow I fell
     back in the now
     I’ll search forever
     till I have found

     That sweetest spot
     where warm snow falls
     rest my head on a cloud
  the purple calls 

Type of Person Poem

It's National Poetry Month

Man of the House

Lives with three women; teenagers are two
Patient, thoughtful, likes to shoot pool
He’s the conqueror of spiders and bugs
The provider of my most essential hugs
A creative chef with a frying pan
A DIY mechanic & handyman
Co-housekeeper and coupon clipper
A fisherman at heart, seldom time for a day tripper
To cast out his flies
A man sensitive and wise

The man of the house
Is the man of my heart

Imagine the world without you Poem

It's National Poetry Month

Would be ~If not for me

My love would be alone, dreaming of me
Or would he find a lesser substitute
Of what he envisions, I would be

Without my girls, the would miss
Never know their laughs, songs and smiles
And their futures would not exist

Kindred souls ~ never synced
Lifelong friendships never met
Would they burn for the missing link

Family firsts would never be mine
Only child, marriage, great-grandchildren
Never born, my family denied


It's National Poetry Month

Wish you were here

Made it safe and sound
Saw some sights and grabbed a bite
The girls are having a blast

Going to sleep now
Busy day tomorrow
Glad this trip won't last

I miss you too much

With Love,
I've only just arrived
And though it's not for long
My heart is already aching 
Being away from you is wrong

Jersey Shore

The is sun is bright 
as I relax on the sand
I won't stay long, 
I'll burn instead of tan

I'm addicted to skee-ball 
and funnel cake
And the sky ride down the boardwalk 
is great

There's something missing here
There a certain "glam" on TV 
Well if "reality" cant be trusted
I'll have to start watching Glee

Friday, April 1, 2011

What got me here Poem

It's National Poetry Month

Becoming Me

Years of dreaming ~ making believe
Envisioning what the future would be
Years of chasing those dreams, but all wrong
Ended up sacrificing them for a love song
Years later that song was worn and outdated
And life all around seemed ill-fated
Started with the innermost recesses and worked outward
I took stock and toil over of my own accord

Years of study and self reflection
Led to making personal corrections
Years spent in near solitude
The changes I have made include
Loving thy self, opening my eyes
Setting the bar higher for the next guy
Deciding who I want to be
Making the decisions best for me

Years number two since my love I found
He exceeds the bar and together we are sound
Nourishing my dreams, feeding my soul
Now I have a place, I have found my role
Confident again to use words to express
The anger, sorrow and pain I oppressed
The years that have passed establish in me
The writer I hope for years to be