making memories

grandchildren’s weekend

visit foreign candy store

summertime sweetness


see lit jar lantern

granddaughter catches fireflies

flashes in twilight


water park zipline

grandson glides off high platform

makes big splash in pool


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!


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!


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


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

coming out with pride

i may be confused and often uncertain
but i know i’m a BSW binary “she” woman

feel threat of whine lobby with sheer power to steer
education and culture in indoctrination queer

to flaunt “rainbow lifestyle” and banish cake bakers,
to finish off florists and expose photo takers

demand access to children to drag recruits in
destroy any churches who dare mention “sin”

i remember how, with hopes for a child,
man and woman vowed life in promises wild!

when we agreed to disagree, honest speech was still free
at birth accepted biology, sex seemed self-explanatory

people think we’re more intelligent today
let’s “follow the science” they say…yeah, okay

let real girls compete in “girls’ athletics” fairly;
and ovaried females win “Woman of Year” squarely

DSM once viewed gender disphoria as problem
maybe surgical mutilation not best way to solve ‘em

if “woke” business platforms would be truly inclusive
they’d tolerate all values, not be diversely abusive

double-X-chromosomed, i’ve got my pride too
so don’t bully grandmas who talk straight with you!

Pride is the mask of our sins. ~ Palestinian proverb


i’ve been working on this poem for awhile…seemed appropriate for “pride” month!


Summer Day, Brighton Beach by Edward Henry Potthast

seaside holiday

playing cat-and-mouse with surf

transport sand home


A senryu for dVerse poets where Merril hosts ekphrastic poetry.


were you?

you both WERE in love…then

made vows before (witless) witnesses to

foot washing with ice water (frozen heart…hidden feat)

no one spoke against your onion

(later revealing layers of stink)

i was happy for you, me, all of us as our family grew by one – won!

first daughter-in-love, my friend;  later by three (really grand) babies

but marriage (on a lease)


i can’t make sense of… how? why? mutually exclusive/abusive truth?

untreated mental illness maybe, but who of us isn’t crazy?

too much loose talk creates looney ‘toons (LIVE!)

money-hungry maven (& lawyers) leave husband homeless

he’d rather be trucking anyway

any day divorce. will. be.


broken homes – bleeding hearts = shared misery

we all fail each other excruciatingly (like torn parachutes)

relationships nullified or replaced

you rejected him…

and me.


Linking to dVerse where Bjorn challenges us to meet the bar with dissonance…i get the theme if not the form.

daisy, amaze me

weave a daisy chain

no matter how petals fall

i know He loves me

Image and inspiration by Dee Min

II. imbalance of power

“Many stories which are not on paper are written in the bodies and minds of women.“ – Amrita Pritam

in our weakness we find strength

to be a woman is to weep
love hurts because our hearts love deep
and for love’s sake, women lose sleep

to love and nurture is part of our nature

monthly cycle of cramps and blood
hormonal emotions of changing mood
endometriosis, cervical or breast cancer too

even childbearing brings tears of joy and grief

belly stretch marks, skin tags and bags
age and gravity means beauty sags
hot flash sweats feel like dishrag

have women not bourn and mourned enough?

must we also suffer the shame of porn,
abuse, rape, abortion, sexual scorn,
abandoned by lovers in the morn?

godly women clothe themselves in dignity and honor


Linking to dVerse Poets where Punam introduces us to poetry of Amrita Pritam.

I. balance of powers

“I am my beloved’s and he is mine…he browses among the lilies.” – Song of Songs

like graceful gazelle, newlywed
lover grazes among the lilies that
bloom from his beloved’s garden:
raven hair, sun-ripened skin, full lips;
he browses the delicacies of twinned
breasts, curving hips, generous thighs;
she sighs…as her lover’s tender touch
grows evermore insistent and intense…


A quadrille of 44 words on theme of “browse” at dVerse Poets

10th anniversary on WP

I began blogging on WordPress in 2012!

Thank you, WordPressnow may we go back to Classic?!

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