Tax Day   once a year their taxes are due   they come to me receipts all askew   forms galore they’re not sure   can I claim this how about that   no sir, you cannot claim your cat   aren’t’ my crumb crunchers…

the path   the path she ponders glimmering before her   she must step through the shadows of doubt clutching her fear   glimpsing, on what could be words on poetry  

Hope ~ an Acrostic    what a lovely  four letter word   Heavenly sounding Oaths, from above Prayers, going up Extracurricular activity

“Spacey Stanzas”   I’m not of this place I haul from different times shifting, dimensional space where we all use rhymes in a word race   In a world  all our own we poets of the night sharing stories, secrets community through verse  

That’s Amore ~ a Dean Martin Devotional   the song~ plays in my head when my marathon mother prompted pizza pie   a big ol’ slice right in the eye cheesy, right?   I think of her grateful for her light   Me, her selenophile…

Night of Ninettes   run these words pages filled in her journal another night, up engrossed in words forming still three more run   Night of Ninettes II   hours once many obstacles tending time, we Poets of the night as we write over hours

Rituals   I count my days ~ free from one of lifes worst addictions   documenting each day lived through pictures and words handmade   I will always  be an addict   I just choose other outlets   I count my steps as my consistency…

“Tall Tales”   burning light from crystal skulls   the Poetess, picks up her quill   words, trickle from muses   cards chosen through messages   clarities revealed compliments given   her eyes well   talent they claim beautifully interesting

“Don’t You Know Me”   what will  remembered of me   will there be moments where my spirit  will be called   a generation, maybe two living   the rest is ancestry   our souls, when they return will they still choose to know me…

“Dear John”   I write these words to tell you  I love you   the scars that you left   pages burned nothing left, but ash   casted out to call my power back to me   I write these words as they, set me…