How the Hell Do I Know What We Need? I can only tell you what I need. And you can tell me what you need. Together, we can say what we need. How’s that? I need friends, even the ones who don’t always agree with…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
#8 We Need
We need an occasional snowfall in summer to remind us to celebrate the heat. We need to spend a week without goodies to appreciate treats. We need to sleep under stars to remind us about their beauty. We need to volunteer sometimes to remind…
POEM 8-Needing more friends
I sometimes search love online, but the wind whispers that it’s wrong, that I should keep looking in the real life. Maybe I should get even more real! I would like to have more friends, I would like to see more smiles. Who wouldn’t…
Hour Eight- Bright
The lightening bug glows Brightest against the darkness. Wise lightening bug. Wise. Judy Klemos
Wash Eternal
We need a deep well and a clay pot. We need a furrowed brow and wet feet. We need the marble polished smoothe, veined with black. We need the oil lamps shining toward the east. We need mosquito nets, green grass, and shade trees. We…
Poem#9 Sweet Misty May
A lovely flower of spring Unconventional beauty Radiant and sprightly Characters enduring. Bright and warm smile she possesses Heart so pure and caring She has no color defined Just natural and refined. The big thing about her is no secret She opens her heart to…
Hour Seven – Wings
Wings don’t make you fly; Inspiration to spread them facilitates flight. Judy Klemos
Haiku #8
There’s an entire universe over the wall; I hear the knocking.
Change in Circles
Change should start within you It is a never ending affair Reasons beyond what we can comprehend Come to minds of geniuses and fools alike Let’s think out of the box, go out of our comfort zone Effectuate change in one’s self Spread inspiration, empower…
Hour 7 — The Night Train
The night train is a special kind of creature A great metal beast that speeds through the dark countryside Swaying rhythmically So many dreams in motion An entire population in limbo I’m sitting at the window Watching the pinpoints of light rushing by Captain Kirk must’ve…