autumn’s red robin
standing guard in our back yard
protects last apple
interlude
02 Oct 2022 Leave a comment
transition takes time
28 Sep 2022 2 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: boxes, home remodel, moving, treasures
“so when is moving day?”
some people want to know
for us, it isn’t just one day
we like to move in slow!
a year ago we purchased house
(now it’s been even longer)
as we remodel step by step
the feel of home grows stronger
first, old windows must replace
peel popcorn from the ceiling
plain doors and cupboards to remove
each mess we make needs dealing
a crew comes in to texture,
ceilings and walls they paint
we’re trying to retire…
do all ourselves? we caint!
design a stone face fireplace
and nail barn wood on wall
saw, stain and poly (bases covered)
new cabinets installed
meanwhile, back at farmhouse
i’m organizing stuff that
we’ve accumulated over years
past time to say, “enough!”
to pack in box, give, throw away
can be hard to decide
when love is moving memories
old treasures offer ride
each time i drive to new house,
i bring a little more
basement done, put books on shelves
down there full boxes store
plank floor, appliances are in
it’s time to move the rest
sons and wives take many loads
you know, they’re just the best!
it’s taking time to organize
(waiting on dining set)
he builds a shed, re-does garage
no, we’re not finished yet!
yo is a saint, bro!
18 Sep 2022 5 Comments
in latin formality, the roman
catholic church names saints:
Augustine, Teresa, Peter, Francis,
but we protest(ants) read our
Bible as saying we’re all saints
(all who believe, anyway) yeah,
you…you…you, and me, too!
thattsa holy whole lotta sainthood
sooo y’all (all of us livin’ in da ‘hood,
that is), let’s live…gotta live alive!
live in the light of the knowledge
that we, yes, WE (you and me)
reflect the very Glory of God which
we see in dear face of Jesus Christ!!
and remember now, it’s HIS glory
(not our own) so live humble-like
‘cuz we’re just jars of clay holdin’
the most precious treasure, the
Holy Spirit…jars fired in his kiln
and offerin’ his light to dark world,
go on now, bro, let the light SHINE!!
___________________________
Inspiration from sermon by Pastor Tim Ouwinga (entitled “Called to Be Saints: Humility) and 2 Corinthians 4: 6 & 7…and my bro, Dale.
heron’s haunts
14 Sep 2022 9 Comments
in ekphrastic Tags: abandonment, death, gloom, loneliness, marsh
crickets ‘n crawdads sing off-key
in surreal dream left condemned
on river surrounded by marshland
of carolina’s backwaters…look away
like empty windows that stare coldly
as lonely boat cradles dead body in
hull…cut memory loose, let it drift
through mind’s dark tunnel beyond
plaster and bricks’ clayed dilapidation
Written in response to d’verse ekphrastic prompt featuring art by Lee Madgwick. The previous evening, I’d watched the film, “Where Crawdads Sing,”based on book by same title.
smellybean…then eat!
26 Aug 2022 2 Comments
in poem for children, rhyming verse Tags: candy, jellybean, sweet
“Love, but be careful what you love,” (Augustine)
if you ever have an extra jellybean
whatever flavor is fine to my bellybean
juicy burst of sweetness tastes swellybean
but one’s not enough, we can tellybean
let’s go down to the local delibean
and buy biggest sack they sellybean
brilliance
23 Aug 2022 2 Comments
in haiku Tags: clouds, glory, God, morning, sun, sunrise
morning sun breaks through
rain clouds radiate glory
God smiles with favor
c’mon, man!
19 Aug 2022 2 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: Afghanistan, Biden, border, national debt, president
Mr. Biden, see southern border?
we do believe in law and order
you must protect Americans all
and finish work of building wall
immigrants need line and gate
but now pour in without restraint
since you’ve extended invitation
drugs/sex traffickers invade nation
and what about Afghanistan?
your evacuation had no plan
abandoned friends to awful fate
left weapons there (terrorist bait)
Afghan women’s rights now gone
children’s school studies done
cut short dreams of future bright
Al-Qaeda’s back, ready to fight
all you know is how to spend
another billion, when does it end?
we taxpayers must pay the bill
for national debt we cannot fill
a president without a clue
stumbles over word and shoe
I do not like to make a fuss
but two more years may ruin us!
strange encounter
15 Aug 2022 3 Comments
in poem for children, rhyming verse Tags: dream
once upon a misty moon
i think it was the month of june
a sight enough to make one swoon
i met a leprechaun
his knickers and his jacket green
shamrocks gave his hat a sheen
his beady eyes stared at me keen
then he began to laugh
“aye’ve never met a girl before
but shouldn’t ya wear a pinafore
to cover clothes fer doin’ chores?”
i looked down at myself
i saw the mud caked on my dress
and realized hair was all a mess
but how it happened couldn’t confess
then i awoke from dream
luminousity
13 Aug 2022 2 Comments
orange pumpkin moon
black cloud eye-mask conceals face
trick-or-treat bandit
rises above dark tree shapes
farmyard glows with light surreal
tattoo lady
08 Aug 2022 1 Comment
she’s mystery, an enigma
embodies fox or cougar
pretty in her day, now age
obviously wears wrinkles
bleach blonde, made-up
tattoo on forearm of her
butterfly babies flown,
ladybug kids now grown
husband dead and gone,
she’s borne a lonely grief
so empathizes with much-
younger divorced prodigal
encounter after club hours
exchange glances, numbers
packs her sequined t-shirts
touring country in his truck
little shoes
01 Aug 2022 3 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: shoes, sons
Reminders of precious little boys
following Daddy’s footsteps
tracking through the house
leaving loveprints all over my heart.
rendezvous
26 Jul 2022 30 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: coffee
Joining in the fun at dVerse Poets where Lillian invites us to include flavors of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream in a poem…that’s NOT about ice cream 😉
Ever cool, Britannia shmoozes,
“hey, Sugar Plum, how about we go out
for some Miz Jelena’s sweet potato pie?”
“That dastardly mash for a late night snack?!”
She pauses, “but I could go for a cuppa coffee.”
“Coffee? Buzz, buzz, buzz”, he teases; (head
will feel like an urban jumble, he thinks). “Well,
change is brewing, take my arm and let’s go.”
Looking at the time, she mutters,
“Can’t believe you talk me into this
half-baked scheme at such an hour.
This is nuts!”
He pats her hand, winks and grins,
“Maybe we’ll order urban bourbon instead.
Goodbye, yellow brick road and hello Miz Jelena’s!”
a poem in my pocket 
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