Hide and seek   I hide Behind a friend Who was always by my side She protects me Not because she cares But she don’t wanna loose her dominance over me.. She was none other but was my own fear. . She gave a coverage…..

Praise Praise be for the poets Prickly thorns in our sides Promises of comfort Placards that admonish Postcards of memory Path of our ancestors Prophets of the muses ©Ardelle Hollis Ray

City Muse #3:  Toronto Frannie Z   I was selfish, untouristy. Settling myself into a trail not yet completed I dodged ends of buildings and non-roads to walk.   A kind couple originally from one of my homes queried me, astounded. Strange, I thought. I…

Heart singer, Night howler. Your love is unconditional, Your joy is boundless – It astounds me that there exists A creature with such pure Intentions, never meant to harm I love you, my Heart Singer You who can swell my chest At sight because all…

My father’s last day was nothing like all the days that came before it. The ones where he held my hand, scolded me, patiently helped me through my math homework, disappeared into the cellar to whistle while he built a shelf and escaped from his…

We may have to go our separate ways But at least we stole the show It’s not what we wanted But what choice did we have? But at least we stole the show Sometimes, it’s better to let go of something glorious But what choice…

The night is cold, bitter. I don’t want to be out here, with my fingers chattering more than my teeth. It’s sticky in the shower; I decided to mix Head & Shoulders with my sweat and blood. Addiction gnaws at my wallet. I have two…

My dog stays home while everyone is gone. She sits around and waits For us to return. But some people are kinder. I know a man who loves his dog Beyond measure. He takes his dog to day care Every day. And picks him up…

the girl child came early to church to help prepare the sanctuary place the candles put the ribbons into the book in the right places place flowers in vases for the altar she vacuumed and swept even used Windex and newspaper on the stained glass…

Write a poem of praise, praising a person, a place, or a thing  filled with admiration and gratitude.