So there are these chickens We count them Or refrain from it Stopping ourselves Because we shouldn’t There is always the one Trying to cross the road For some philosophical reason everyone wonders about Why the chicken? Why not a cow? Why can’t we just count eggs And…

This prompt is to take a common proverb, such as “don’t count your chickens before they hatch” and turn it into a poem. You can choose any proverb or common saying. The proverb can appear as it normally does in the poem, or you can…

This is where he hit me with a Sunday School slate, punishment for playing a hot game of Tic-Tac-Toe on the back of a pew with a pocket knife. I was winning. These freckles came from years of forced labor in his gardens, upper and…

Thinking, in solitary confinement, recalling. Listening, to your conscience, peacefully gathered. Accepting, your authentic self,realizing. Adjusting, now in peaceful serenity, stress free living.  

As my head aches random things come to mind I need my glasses Tea is brewing I eat my cereal It is late at night and I am tired I am home watching my dog The fan is spinning So is my head How to…

Equal pay for women NOW and full reproductive rights. We need a Congress that won’t fight President Obama about every damn thing. We need doctors and dentists who can treat people for what ails them. Men who are not afraid to cry and share power….

The desire to live the perfect life The white picket fence The wraparound porch The 2.3 children With perfect teeth Excelling in athletics And academics The faithful and doting spouse   You know what I mean You look at those pictures And you buy into…

Thriving is Prospering, time to go, grow and glow. Flourishing, then you boom,bouncing and blooming, Go move and get moving.    

This prompt is to take a common proverb, such as “don’t count your chickens before they hatch” and turn it into a poem. You can choose any proverb or common saying. The proverb can appear as it normally does in the poem, or you can…

Dark streets and familiar walks home, I know my steps too well. The curb I tripped and grabbed your arm, the quiet spot behind the trees. The path I ran toward your tears. The home I new and left behind still jumps into my gait….