As I sit pondering I wonder of my choice The house quiet All I hear is my voice   While all are asleep I am speaking in rhyme Although I make no peep My voice is clear   These poems of mine Fear’s a running…

Nine years and five days ago a glorious gift from two great parents brought digital music to my world with an ipod- best ever birthday present.   A true marvel of the modern day. More sounds than I thought I’d have ever. Portable, versatile, user…

Fading beauty Sleeping beauty,creepy and cold dead. Bugs eating flesh, swirling,swarming flies,nibbling, Feasting on decaying carcass, worms munching, Fading beauty disappeared,inside a cold and dark casket. From ashes to dust.  

The air was too heavy And I couldn’t breathe Too sick to speak out To God what I need   Don’t leave me in silence To hear every sound Late flight of bird And foot on the ground If he wants to speak Let it…

A life in boxes and crates: 30 years. Thirty years of research in archives and no thought of giving it away. Libraries say they’ll take good care and grant access any time, within reason, 9 to 4, five days a week. What about midnight on…

What one physical object (I am not talking about your dog or cat or baby, but a possession) would you save in case of a fire? Your prompt this hour is to write a poem about that possession. ——————————————————————————————————————- It saddens me to think that…

Motionless and stale The air is suffocating. Clueless and pale Grasp, swing, fighting   Eyes open wide Darkness draws near. Get out and hide Cry, scream, fear

  Hour 17 It’s 7:25 Nighttime on Maui Twelve hours ago we flipped off lights Now they are back on Cat is ready for his nightly jaunts My body craves sleep and normalcy I don’t remember either Words struggle with me now Taunting me Hiding…

On June thirteenth in 1951, Daddy bought his first car I recall he took us with him to the dealership at DeLabar Chevrolet a four-door sedan, dark green Mom and Dad sat in the front Carol, Vivian and I sat in the back, always arguing…

My life is not perfect Yet I have to save Its the only treasure My mother gave Full of tragic moments And memorable ones And keeps my Saviour A perfect one And if I can’t My soul be kept Unto His hand Rest in His…