strange encounter

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
and shamrocks gave his hat a sheen
his beady eyes stared at me keen
then he began to laugh

“i’ve never met a girl before
but shouldn’t you wear a pinafore
to cover clothes when doing 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

orange pumpkin moon

black cloud eye-mask conceals face

trick-or-treat bandit

rises above dark tree shapes

farmyard glows with light surreal

photo by lynn

tattoo lady

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

Reminders of precious little boys

following Daddy’s footsteps

tracking through the house

leaving loveprints all over my heart.

rendezvous

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!”

invasive species

House pests: when it’s too wet we have earwigs, when it’s too dry we have ants.

future revelation

“Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who is victorious, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give that person a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to the one who receives it.” *

pay attention to Logos
the first and the last Word
who embodies hidden manna
if you have ears, use them to
listen and believe, remember

hold fast to faith, claim victory
reward of pure white stone
written with glorified real name
smooth in overcomer’s fingers
testament to commuted virtue

signifies acquittal from guilt and
condemnation, seen as worthy
in the Master’s eyes, welcomed
with solid ticket to the kingdom
as he persevered, so shall we!

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*Revelation 2:17 NIV

making memories

grandchildren’s weekend

visit foreign candy store

summertime sweetness

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see lit jar lantern

granddaughter catches fireflies

flashes in twilight

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water park zipline

grandson glides off high platform

makes big splash in pool

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baby grasshoppers

hop wildly around our feet

wait till they grow up!

sleepless lullaby

rock-a-bye baby in mother’s womb
how could you know it would become tomb?
life sacrificed for your mama’s choice
shouldn’t unborn women be given a voice?

abortion hurts mothers, it’s medical rape
dishonors the body’s natural landscape
increases breast cancer, depression, and grief
with memory haunted by pregnancy brief

unbridled abortion comes at high cost
sixty-three million lives have been lost
planned parenthood is a business of blood
fresh baby-parts market with organs to flood

we must do better in land of the free
abortion for life of the mother might be
but killing our offspring seems uncivilized
the life of each person be precious and prized!

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The practice of abortion is shrouded with euphemisms but let’s reconsider the harsh reality. Can you sing this without gagging? (tune of “Rock-a-bye Baby”).

how paint chips fall

Try paint chip poetry with Linda Kruschke!

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i’ll no longer think the

grass is always greener

as my life will be verdant

under cumulonimbus skies


after watering the zinnias,

i will take a drive to the

local spice market to taste

a wild huckleberry sorbet


later, i‘ll read and write by

candlelight before retiring

to antique brass bed and

sleep late, when i am old

 

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if plants could pray

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Lord, do you hear the corn?

parched leaves curl inward

desperate to conserve moisture

green tips point up, reaching

toward heaven’s hot expanse

in dry plea for relief

do i see small rain cloud form?

hear faint rumble of distant thunder?

oh, yes and amen

crops thank you in advance

faith grows greener

his promise

image from vekteezy, meme by lynn

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