Unassuming children for truth they reach Starched pants and pleated shirts staring eyes wide Pilgrims all pew perched in high holy pride Eager innocence seeking what men preach Following along with the rhythmic stride Narrating illustrated thoughts to each Selective scriptures for the soul to…

  I find myself with hopeI found once in a dreamIt has helped me copeThis elaborate schemeLike washing with soapTo be bright as a beamAnd to be that beamIt is my hopeSo I continue my schemeWhich helps me copeI live my dreamIn bubbles of soapBubbles…

Arrrrghhh this was a tough one. Ended up creating a so-so poem using a range of pick n mix candy/sweet names. #26 fruit sours & an apple drops as the flying saucer sherbets overhead skittles warheads toxic waste atomic fireballs liquorice ropes with a sour…

War ground to a halt. It was a bloody war. And seemed like it would never end. Too much ammunition. Too much at stake.   But peace was declared, Armies disbanded. There are tremors of the old conflict In the minds of old men Who…

When I see the dandelion Reminds me of the weeding In the garden my grandma Full of native wisdom from the sun dark-skinned kneeling with her cane Leaning on her cane poking its end at the offending dandelion wrinkled in the sun dark-skinned in her…

In the deep midnight blue hidden in the creche dark came the softest, sweetest song a crooning, lowing lullaby baby to a green-jealous moon and a stilling heart. The private audience heart in that deepening blue did watch a blushing moon beam in the dark…

I cannot fight on In this battle of loss; I surrender without condition. The harder I lift you With my ebbing strength; The closer I get to perdition.

write a sestina? well…. that was the prompt- hmmm, but i don’t want to think that deep that my mind explodes- nor curves into some dark corner unable to emerge- so that no amount of prompting will be able to lift me out. write a…

I am thankful for life Living with my love it is a good thing to have wealth My time is my health Enjoying the fun what a reality Right back to reality there is more to life than just fun try some love take care…

Sacrifice Virginia Carraway Stark Down they pushed him His head under the soil And under the wheels Of the combine harvester Blood for the crops His young face Once full of smiles and his young body With his knocked knees And a scrape that He…