My Grandpa loved three things: Wading boots, fishing, And Catalpa worms for bait. He hated Grandchildren running through his garden, Being told he couldn’t have ice cream for breakfast, And Stepping on slippery stones. —-It is not wise to fish in the Eel River Alone!…

Caught my eyes from across the room and left me transfixed Heart skipped, soul sucked into your presence for a nanosecond, then released Gave me a hint of the depths beyond those curious brown irises, A lingering taste of those mysteries beneath It left me…

Wide and wild Untamable and unfathomable Waves crashing Riptides pulling When you enter me I enter you Taking you in And being taken with you As you sink into my depths I sink into yours Swirling around you My presence taking oxygen’s place My absence…

She her hair was always a mess As told by her only pet crow When she was startled by a boom   By her laid a locked chest Inside it her secrets she’d stow And return behind her loom   …But she had long been…

There was a time, special where summer days, nights found me alone, content I found solitude underrated warmth of sun, cool evenings some saw me standoffish I am sure some still do.   – Mark L. Lucker © 2019 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

I was awoken at 2 a.m. by my Dad, “Come on!” he roared, “You have a bus to catch”, Startled and confused, I rose out of bed, “What bus? For what?” He rolled his eyes, “School dummy!”   I stared at him in horror, It…

She had her flaws, She expected him to change She was stubborn, controlling and demanding.. He had his fair share of flaws, he expected her to change Clumsy, pig headed and a hypocrite. Their marriage failed. -Janice Raquela Mendonca

The keys, some are white; Black, the others be. Major combinations.   Some like their music loud; Others soft and tender. Jazz, rock, country twang   …All in tune, with me.

  it is a pulse of light a twinkle in the night a fairy spark full of magic   it is a creepy-crawly a six-legged beastie a bug   it is a firefly  

…And I lied down I came down For a spin, a jig And a rhapsody   I drew the strings The canes, the blinds The bedspread neat   …and lied down quietly   Hour 8 @varenyas