The Day
The desperation of a day
Cannot manifest any bolder
When the Sun begins to set
It just grows colder
When you’ve faced all that was
and still stand tall to last
That’s when you’ve faced the day
And now the night falls fast.
Is Your Muse Feeling Weak?
Good morning
Daddy, Are you there?
I am, Child, and I care
To see where.
You are going
What do you ask today?
It is wisdom I seek
Is your muse feeling weak?
Come closer, let’s peek
I Am is all knowing…
Is it wisdom or play
Abba, oh Father,
You know me so well.
Words I am wanting to playfully tell.
Fear not, I am here to offer my help;
I Am that I Am is wisdom itself.
36 Corn Rd, Part One – The Trip
36 CORN RD
PART ONE – The Trip
We left early; station wagon packed
There was always a bucket
Placed where I could find it quickly
Usually I’d make it to Circleville, usually
I hated the trip, smooshed against my siblings
All of us dreading 90 minutes of fights, and farts
And pulling over to get rid of my breakfast
Good ole bucket to the rescue
I hated Chillicothe, curvy Route 35
If I hadn’t used “buckety” by now
It wouldn’t be long
Or maybe someone would need to pee.
But soon there’d be hills
Hills full of trees, and deer
And memories of the last trip
And anticipation of what soon could be
I saw it, just ahead, the ball diamond
You know, the one with the green fencing
A diamond in the oddest of places
But it was a landmark to us…. we’re almost there!!
The road turned to gravel
Under the canopy of the trees
It wouldn’t be long now
Just a few more turns.
There was one last hurdle
Getting past that curve with the narrow berm
So very far down it seemed
I was certain I would die there
But not today
Today I would attend a reunion
Who will greet us?
When we spill out of the car
Engine off, seat belts off
Doors open and legs finally stretched
The trip was over
But the fun would soon begin.
Magic
To be asked if
Magic is real
Is to be asked if
Breathing is essential to life
For both are inherent components
To life upon Earthly feet
I have seen it
Firsthand
I have experienced it
At every level
I have performed it
I could take the time
Quite a lot actually
To explain it to you
But then
What you’d have
Would be my interpretation of what magic is
And Magic is
Above all else
Intensely personal
It has to be experienced
To even begin
To be understood
And that I would say
Is the first lesson
In Magic
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Dr. No
The story that started it all. It’s hard to believe it’s been over half a century since
we were goaded into believing the tales of a man who can get any girl he wants simply by flashing his eyes at her
and, despite his womanizing ways, still always somehow manages to get the job done
and prevent the world from falling into disarray. It’s been a long road. Who knows where it will take us? But
I’m excited to see how Craig performs in his swan song as the series moves into its 25th outing in less than a year. I just hope it leaves us shaken, not stirred,
An Ex
I saw my ex at the filling station yesterday
Clothed in finery
His pungent bitterness disguised as Calvin Klein’s scent
He tried to scorn me into grounded shame….. as usual
But I stood proudly to let him see what I have become
I am all woman now
A beautiful goddess who walks upon earth
I am fine whiskey
A comfort to the cold and lonely
I am good wishes
An answer to someone’s hope and prayers
I am cute wisteria
Lovely and enough for me
I am earned wisdom
Life has taught me greatly
And I am a warrior
My scars are proudly displayed from battles won
I tell him
This is who I am
And you can never be Calvin Klein
What was that dream?
What was that Dream
Virginia Carraway Stark
What was that dream
I woke up from
That left me so soft and sad?
What sorrow woke me
From what shores of golden slumber
To troubled waves of darkened distress?
How glad I am to have that sadness
Taken from me by the raging of the clock
To wake up in the blazing light
And type my heart’s love
How wonderful it is to know
That I was sleeping not so long ago
And even though I knew sadness in a dream
A dream is woken from
As ease as opening the eyes
Acknowledging a new day’s dew
Now cools the brief fever that laid on me
Hour 1 – I am
I am the dreamer stirring in their sleep
And waking to a world devoid of rest
I am the things that I decide to keep
The tokens that I clutch against my breast
I am the thunder hiding in the clouds
The pouncing of a cat, intent to startle
I am the figure underneath the shroud
Giving way to silence that is mortal
I am the ocean roaring in the dark
I am the light of the eternal spark
I am the thing that is recycled
I am the lover of the cycle
Prompt one: Will “I Am”—
Will “I Am”—
Will you pose with who I Am?
I-Am-bic poetry?
Prophet us oh Mir-i-am.
Will “I Am” is me.
Willingly I say “I AM”.
I Am, The Word, I’m one?
Her “I Am” a sacrifice.
To “I”— Am-“er”— I can.
Merriam; oh god of words.
I am, de-find to be.
I am formed in letter herds.
I am made of Thee.
I Am, Iam
The kind who laughs at simple jokes
At times the one contented with books
And dreams to be a star onscreen
And sometimes thinks she’s “Concert Queen”
Some days she dresses ladylike
Sometimes she won’t put down the mic
But what’s so funny and so true
She dreams to strut a weird hairdo
Last time she’s Khaleesi wannabe
Or “SOMEBODY” she wants to be
Her name will be in history books
That people read in many nooks
I am that one that one I am
Like everyone who loves their fam
I am that one whose life is fun
And worth to live like everyone
I am just like you and them
I am just like John and Gem
I am a mom a wife a friend
A friend for you until the end.