Poem 4

I am not your puppet. You have no right to tell me how to feel I am not your puppet. You have no right to tell me how to live my life I am not your puppet. You have no right to choose my friends…

The 23rd Psalm Revisited

  The Lord Yeshua is my ever-present guide Should I take the Interstate highway wide Or reach Heaven’s gate by backroad way. I shall not want should I with Him stay As He prompts my choices as I pray. He leads me through life’s worst…

See Life

Take control of your Joy Let no one destroy it Inner peace is the key Hold on tight and don’t quit jj2017

“Four – Words and a Poet”

  For almost all my life, I’ve known that words were thick like leaves upon the cottonwood, like starling feathers on a wheeling flock, flashes on the water, glimpsed through the clouds. For just as long, they’ve hidden like hedge birds. I’ve had to chase…

Hour Three

None of the pictures elicit an emotional response. All I can think of is lying down, closing my eyes, and going back to sleep. So I could take a quick catnap, and not fall much behind. Couldn’t I? I could not. By the time I…

Sun and Moon

“Yellow flowers pink balloons,mommy loves you.I’ll be home soon” a song I made for my baby girl almost seventeen years ago.                                                …

almost full

searching for the address of the moon   i glanced away from the road awashed in my headlights turned my head left   she was there making the grey clouds shine   unquestioning   i don’t need a map i can trust my instincts to…

Independence

                       as far as I see me, Bright sunshine and nature’s beauty, The world so beautiful to see, Outside the room and Yes with sight that is free.  

12 Noon Siren

Pyramid head is coming? Air raid? Tornado? Oh… wait I remember now 12 noon siren in Columbus Ah, Columbus

Abandon

It was abandoned long before we, ages twelve, eleven, nine gathered enough courage to walk through its open doorway some roof remained, sunlight freely illuminated what remained kitchen counter, enameled sink weathered, cracked-wood table, chairs one corner, mostly untouched by weather, time – stacks of…