The name of the Lord is a strong tower. The righteous run to it and are safe Running slows down my pace “Hallowed be thy name”, my heart calls out. I dance and shout in praise seeking the Lord’s face. In response, the heavens shower…

MATHEMATICS OF LIFE Add your smiles Subtract your sorrows Multiply your happiness Divide your chores Differentiate between Good and evil Integrate the goodness in all Time is precious Count your blessings Life is not a graphical function It’s a combination of rational , irrational and…

The earth is a sleeping pig, stinking, boiling, blunted, blinking, sourly computing every sound in the blinding quiet.   The earth is a precious child. We must attend to every sigh. Rien de plus … There is nothing more or else or other. No other…

The meandering rivulets forming the stream of my consciousness belies the constraints of time “Turn in your quiz!” The smooth feel of the purple printed paper scented with the toxins and addictive taste of the ditto copy machine, clicking each paper that steals my time….

The way we move from body to body   shifting the names from grief to grief   has to weigh heavily on our souls   ~ d², 09.02.23, 11:52 AM Copyright D Squared Poetry, 2023. © All Rights Reserved.

I cling to mountain rock weary from fruitless migration. Wind tussles my feathers, bids me unwelcome. Ancient oak whispers of wisdom, promises peace. Coquettish waves push and pull, winking an invitation. I release my talons and dive into the open air. I seek guidance in…

Twenty little poetry projects Is the prompt for hour three With images and metaphors This prompt is not for me Twenty lines that contradict The lines that came before One with “slang you’ve never heard of” Another showing less is more I sat and stared…

Come to me like a song a half-remembered melody Like promises I half forgot to a certain special somebody! Come now to me like my muse with a tingle and melancholy a song that tugs my heartstrings rekindling pain from old follies Come to me…

Exhaust pipes leak nervous purple dreams, the stardust that shines through my fingers will blind the audience. Come at me and I will eat your face, I say. No words spilt, only your embrace counts. Don’t ever leave me, I think. Traffic jams. My arteries…

I’m at that age Where my bones hurt more than my heart Or is it vice-versa? Why dwell on that, I’m living life playing my part I’m at that age Where my clock runs… slower than theirs Them I see whizzing by With furrowed brows,…