will all find tolerance?

 

i am a believer

i am an American

i am white-skinned

i am a college graduate

i am married, to one man

i work at home on the farm

i feed beef cattle to feed people

i am a home owner and land owner

i am conservative in my political views

 

are these statements provocative?
unacceptable, politically incorrect?
should i apologize to the world?
do we really believe in tolerance?
does diversity respect equally?

 

 

i want to listen and learn

i may disagree but that

does not mean i hate

yes, i am privileged

to love & be loved

to also bleed red

i thank God for

his blessings

every day;

you?

 

The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. (Psalm 16:6)

vaccinate me!

(NOT to be read aloud to the grandchildren)

 

i think…

humans are

badly bent

whether or

not we will

admit to this

strange urge to

throw a knife

jump off cliff

drive into tree

lay on tracks

leave family

torture cats

kick the dog

slash a tire

graffiti walls

start a fire

liar, liar!  pull

down pants, do

lewd dance, act

out proud, curse

out loud;  an

imagination

sick as that

needs to be

inoculated

from its own

dis-ease… i’m

on my knees

God help me,

please!

 

 


A confessional sort of poem shared with dVerse poets

winter’s daZZle

Link to dVerse Poets where Gina invites us to consider “the magic of ordinary things”

 

snow diamonds gliTTer in sunshine

icicle daGGers dangle from rOOf edge

pungent scent distiLLs from pine boughs

haPPy laughter sleDDing down big hiLL

soft faux fur hOOd brushes rosy chEEks

snowflakes sprinkle on kniTTed miTTen

cold hands caRReSS warm bowl of hot chili

 

 

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feathered peace

Weekly challenge at Ramblings of a Writer using words: paloma & imagination


 

do you hear birds cooing?

paloma blanca

rock dove

tumbler

common pigeon

turtledove

 

what do you imagine?

ear worm of once-popular song

nest in niche of ancient stone wall

performance of flying back flips

disrespected military statue in park

gentle hearts of monogamous mates

 

 

 

victorian love notes

 

my dear iris,

you left me with

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on my garden anemone

how can i trust your foxglove love?

offer me bluebells and ivy…

perhaps i shall arrange them in a
vase with fragrant yellow roses.

 

ah, sweet william,

now that i’ve returned

it is best to plant pansies
in the windowboxes

come away with me and
enjoy the lillies of the valley

let us climb the ripe plum tree!

 

 

 


In the Victorian era, flowers spoke secret messages. Sarah at dVerse poets explains the meanings of different blooms (as used in my poem). Say it with flowers!

A rock solid Q

“Q” for quadrille at dVerse Poets and “Q” for queue as in a line up of rocks.

 

Rock & Roll

Rosetta Stone

Rock of Gibraltar

Stonehenge

Ayers Rock

Easter Island

Rocky I & II

Blarney Stone

Plymouth Rock

The Sphinx

Rock-a-bye Baby

Rolling Stone

Hope Diamond

Rocky & Bullwinkle

 

“On Christ the solid Rock I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.”

hope not seen

Sharing with dVerse…fits earlier prompts for list poem and sensory play.

 

hope smells

like fresh petrichor

of welcome spring rain

 

hope tastes

like first juicy tomato

of sun-ripened summer

 

hope sounds

like migration call

of swan o’er autumn field

 

hope feels

like flickering flame

of log in winter hearth

 

For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.

(Romans 8:24-25 ESV)

toxicity

 

acid stress

acid anxiety

acid stomach

 

acid thoughts

acid dreams

acid colon

 

acid tears

acid rain

acid pain

 


Inflammatory colitis is the result of too much stomach acid, which irritates the colon.

stalked by Claude

Meeting the Bar at dVerse Poets with Bjorn looking at impressionistic art


 

layers of light

flecks of colour

giant’s velvet

birthday cupcake

or thatched hut

is sunlit stack of

bovine manna

dried muffin-top

will-o-wisps in wind

dense center holds

heat of long day

gleaned stubble field

rests in cool shade

robust wet dabs

of painter’s palette

reflects sweat of

villagers’ harvest

 

monet_hay

haystack by Monet

the peanuts club

The crawl space of childhood’s basement offered an obvious place for our secret club. We climbed red-bench invitation to reach spool knob and swing open a wide (but very short) plywood door; then clambered up, one-by-one, into our hide-out. Sliding over corrugated cardboard flooring, the first brave soul would pull the string to a single lightbulb. Neighborhood kids formed collaborative huddle amid boxes of empty canning jars and old books. Dark, cobwebbed corners added aura of mystery (not to mention arachnid fear) to our clandestine meetings. With conspiratorial whispers, we’d conduct official club business and ritual passing of candy before breaking out the “Peanuts” board game. Hanging out with Charlie Brown’s gang, we rolled the dice, collected comic character tiles, and took our turns in the “Booby Hatch”.

childhood memories

password protected clubhouse

friendship’s secret code

animal dynamics in 6/8

Linking to dVerse poetics where Victoria hosts a musical theme.  Gotta love the sound of musical terms and be amused by antics of animals at their own unique tempo!


 

sheep doloroso bleats

chicken vivace peeps

horse grazioso clopsunknown

bullfrog legato hops

kittens vibrato mew

cattle adagio chew

deer acapella leap

ants presto creep

grizzly forte growls

wolf cadenza howls

puppy capriccio frisks

squirrels bourree whisk

 

Stirling Castle

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Stirling Castle – main gate

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

upon sill’s glaciated crag

stone walls still stand

as ramparts command

crossing of river Forth

 

cobblestoned court within

ancient cemetery without

flags fly proud heraldry

tasseled tartans wave

 

hart hides in old forest

hounds give baying chase

magic harp plays minstrel

ballad sung in six cantos

 

Wallace won bridge

Bruce besieged English

James built royal palace

Mary in chapel crowned

 

cannons military presence

spark modern imagination

Holy Rude bell tolls history

of the legendary Snowdoun

 


Read Sir Walter Scott’s poem, “The Lady of the Lake”, with home-educated son.  Linking to dVerse poetics prompt “if walls could talk” with Mish.

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