Kept secret and safe. Written down for all time. The tomes of ideas are all mine.   I will protect what I create.

I’d like to begin with a confession: I am not an expert in love.* In fact I am not an expert on many things. I can’t sing. I can’t dance. I struggle with rhyming. But I am willing to try. To try my best. To…

Be you, your true heart Actions speak louder than words Just follow your soul

“Why not?!” She cried in a thousand ways, “I’ve paid my dues, I’ve challenged the days There’s plenty of cake sitting on my plate So why must I swallow the shadows I hate?”  

“I am going  out to clean the pasture spring” from “An Invitation The Pasture “ Robert Frost’s Poem by Louis Untermeyer   a new season arising just like springtime in our lives encountering and enriching forever refreshing and ever inflaming in our hearts   moving…

There once was a Granny from Salem Who peeled all potatoes and ate um She liked them to be mashed And served with corn beefed hash There was never a need to save um   by Karen Sullivan Format: Limerick

Feel my gentle caress, my fingertips of lust. As you slowly undress, I could nearly combust. Teasing what I obsess, making your body thrust.   Yet as your hips thrust, to this tender caress. I feel your heart combust, stopping your undress. Now your eyes…

He who stands on toilet Is said to be High on Pot And water, when you heat it, Won’t boil if it’s watched They say April showers Bring Bushes and flowers In the merry merry month of May   If an apple can keep the…

These little poems Are fun. Especially for This marathon thing.

Late at night, my flaws shine bright. They magnify and become permanent convictions. Conditions, Apparitions. Devotations. Why can’t I wake and do, act, think, look as I want? Wish my worries and flaws away. Wish them away very hard. Almost pray. Don’t waste a prayer…