You always got gypped So many birthdays in a row Then Christmas Then New Year’s By Jan 7 we were holidayed out Our money was gone That cake was too much After a month of sweets Now I would give anything To bake you a…

the sun the stars the mountains the beasts the sea the souls the babies the bodies For skies’ crime For fires’ lines The dawn never comes back The vow never changes With no doubt I was born to die in cruelty

Traveling along One by one inching forward Following the flow

Sometimes the poems come so now I’m one closer to catching up. Just four more!   Captured   It was hidden In a floorboard of course Where all our secrets get put At least in movies I opened it I was transfixed These moments snapped…

This too shall pass, To every low, a high will surpass… After the darkest of hour, brightness surely shall embark, One happy memory is enough, to keep away the sadness’s mark…   This too shall pass, Like the things that now had become past… Sustaining…

Cold Turkey It’s torture – no slow dance steps to end a waltz slow and steady; no wait-I-need-more-time time, no give-me-another-chance to do-be-better. It’s not fair – no warning bell telling me to get off the tracks, a train is going to barrel through me….

Warm, fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. Goey, little fingers dip them into a mug of cold milk. Sweet first bite, chocolate smears on lips, milk dribbles down chin. YUM! Eagerly, little fingers search out the milk for a second dip. Tip. Splash! Oops! Tears. “Don’t cry…

From ear to ear, I smile, Utilizing each facial muscle bone, Pearly whites gleaming, Twinkle of my eye sparkling, High cheek bones, minus the dimples, A soft grin, slight angle of my lips, I smile… Through happy and sad occasions, Laughing off frustrations, Amused by…

Head pounding hoping serendipity returns equal to the ache News reports remain an insufferable catalog of monosyllables Where is the Advil? We need an antidote for this caravan of nonsense The sun is out somewhere a sea is growing the tide high and sardines small…

I am in catch-up mode now so I will have to write lots and lots!! I used a poem that isn’t published anywhere that I had written a month or two ago for this one.    The world will end muddy in earth’s blood making…