Oh Captain my captain, our ships going to sink Storm winds and tornados, for once, did you not think That taking us into the stormfront so brazen For all our passengers would be less than amazing Soon our ship will be sinking, the fat lady…

SHINE ___________________________ There is a price for all shine — The Sun collapses in on itself Consumes and fuses That light might cast On the hard edges of diamonds compressed in the earth’s breast Taken from the ground By hands shiny with scars Earned in…

I don’t know many verses by heart I don’t lead a sunday class and I don’t sing or play an instrument Funny when you consider my age I’m old enough to have it all together But I don’t In many ways, I’m like a child…

    Emoji Poem (based on my current favorite emoji’s)   Wave to us Tinkerbelle!   look at the rabbit who looks at time with two open eyes   loves to wave rides the waves   but like a bumble bee sans flowers can’t help…

Life is short, especially with computer devices. The goal is not to be left behind for any amount of time, even if you are as old as I am. Once you get behind, turning on your new device will be challenging without consulting with a…

Oh how I love to add emojis but I can’t always see the faces. If I don’t have on my glasses and my throughs are off to the races.   I panic when clicking the wrong one like a smile instead of a frown. When…

Tyger, Tiger Revisited   Tyger Tyger burning bright In the forests of the night What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?   Tiger Tiger where are you In a landscape at a zoo Or roaming free in a stream Where you remain…

Strange   Fantastical fictioned future oblivion once conceived, it would not leave just a terrible bedtime song.   Lolly flowers are singing laying lush. The tarot cards spread, waiting to be touched.   Dark coy wallflower, delicate matters choose you, All my fantasies. Each it’s…

hour 8 prompt 8 Emoji poem   synecdoche   I guess that’s what synecdoche is: <3 <3 love hearts in short texts instead of phone calls to say I love you when distance or dis-ease keeps us farther apart (in parts) than the laws of…

I don’t know how to write love poems (anymore) I wanted new love to become my muse The way she became part of my healing Balm Warm Safer than I knew before But my last muse took something quintessential Her duality was tricky Simply cure…