candidly speaking

peruse faded photographs
of family members in sepia tones
subjects squint, seem to laugh
from ivory lace-covered bones

years before your difficult birth
they lived youthful, even carefree
genes may pre-determine girth
but dreams expand poetically

refile old photos in manilla
and stash them under bed
we should organize into album,
shove in shoebox coffin instead

marine life in iowa

i painted our basement
a lucious “oyster shoal”
such neutral hue embued
between cloud and coal
idyllic muted color match
to old grey mare’s fair foal
if i fall into a swoon, know
the fumes have taken toll
as paint chip covers wall
in opalescent oyster shoal!

Inspired by Sarah’s “colours” prompt at dVerse which fit with my latest home project.

the perfect ten

Why not follow these wise instructions from the “owner’s manual”?

I AM the Lord your God who set you free
Why then make idols of created things?
My name is holy, give honor to me
Enjoy a day of rest, my praises sing
Respect your parents, it will long life bring
You should not hate or take a person’s life
Bed only one who wears your wedding ring
To take someone’s possessions is not right
Speak truth so all can trust your honesty
And be content, your blessings come from me.


The decasyllabic decastitch (10 lines of 10 syllables each) poetry form has been ascribed to Sheeley A. Cephas and named ‘the Decuain’ (pronounced duck•won). It is written in iambic pentameter with rhyme scheme (ababbcbcaa). Just follow the rules 🙂 Linking with Laura and dVerse Poets.

riot-ous indig-nation

twenty-twenty’s canceled year
contagious virus threatens death
people hiding at home in fear

victim fights for final breath
under law officer’s cruel knee
“racism!” claimed as shibboleth

martyr suspect held up to be
reason for more murder and mayhem
lady justice still cries to be free

every violence we must condemn
learn to listen before we speak
protect dignity of all shades of men

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Frank challenges us to write verse in triplets (tercets) at dVerse today. I used ABA BCB CDC rhyme scheme for my current events poem. Pray for America!

politics

 

why do we find it our forte to fight?

why so obsessed to prove we are right?

an ancient blame game that began in the garden

who knew how bad seed of sin’s fruit would harden?!

 

 

 

 

 

red hatter

 

yes, growing older
but not “elderly” yet
in fact, feeling bolder
with new friends i’ve metIMG_5831

make statement of fashion
wearing purple and red
deep colors of passion
circle hats upon heads

fun club for ten lassies
monthly travels around
visit places quite classy
while laughter abounds

we live and we learn
shop & dine as an art
the education we earn
keeps brain cells smart

if you see us round town
please give us a smile
we’re the happy red hatters
“live-out-loud” is our style!

 

 


Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Sarah hosts “seeing red” poetry prompt!

look up in pandemic

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such times of great loss can open our eyes

to see truth more clearly and recognize lies

will you find any comfort in political ties?

 

a plague is upon us, mutant Covid-19

streets almost empty, few people are seen

how can we possibly wash our hands clean?

 

ashes to ashes, we chant mournful tune

whoever thought they would die so soon?

“barn’s burnt down, now i can see moon.”

 

in night’s deepest darkness, the Light brightly shines

to show us the path in these difficult times:

“Do not be afraid…because you are Mine!”

 

will we humble ourselves, even kneel down to pray

asking God to forgive our proud wandering ways?

may He grant us his mercy and restore us today.

 

 


Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Mish encourages us to write on this quote:  “Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon” – Mizuta Masahide. 

Photo by Fusion Medical Animation on Unsplash.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

paint chip poetry

 

what the world needs?
ask any child and they’ll say:
swimming pool in my backyard
or smiling dandelion bouquet!

turn world into arboretum
smell the wonderful wisteria
pass around free cotton candy
play in full moon lit mysteria

please rub on that gold genie lamp
and send us all to summer camp!

 

 


Linking to Linda’s paint chip poetry prompt here…

 

 

soliloquy

 

my uncertainty

“so-lill-oh-qwee”

has a solo feel

vulnerably real…

if i publish a book

will anyone look?

read my haiku and

sneeze, hah-choo!

it would be a gift

i think, to kids and

grandkids  <wink>

or just for myself

to set on a shelf?

oh my, i sigh at the

cost, the expense

of time and money

task seems immense

my words must play

will write blog today

 

 


Talking to myself and linking to dVerse Poets where Frank suggests we write a soliloquy…

tasteful gift

 

what’s in this package? why do you ask me?
i can’t give it away ’til you open and see!
it’s something you’ll like, a favorite sweet
the taste of summer in this fair-time treat
so push, pull or twist it until you are daffy
jaw-open surprise…chewy salt-water _ _ _ _ _!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


A riddle rhyme in the Swedish gift-giving tradition for Bjorn’s prompt at dVerse!

kafka for kids?

“I do not see the world at all; I invent it.” from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923. Link to dVerse poetics hosted by Amaya this week.

Beware the yellow school bus
with cheery windows bright
it threatens to take all of us
and re-educate us right!

Leave your mama & your papa
watch your family disappear
bureaucracy will dictate how
we spend each school year

Bullies learn from Darwin
it’s survival of the fittest
teachers hear from Kinsey
pedophiles are hippest

Identity is how you feel
(forget biology)
kick God out, he isn’t real
(fascist philosophy)

Unicorns and mermaids
rewrite history after all
fluff mis-education may
result in Humpty’s fall

Everyone’s a victim
disenchantment is the rule
let’s politicize the system
then send adults to school!

 

 

Egg GIF by Chris Timmons - Find & Share on GIPHY

mine walks fine line

in
sanity’s measured continuum
continue to march to drum
did you know alpacas hum?
so
hum to yourself like alpacas doIMG_1603
they won’t bite, but will you?
if howl growl, put me in “zoo”
to
write bright fantastical poetry
under plastical poet’s tree, see?
inflated palm lights-up for free
on
this blog written by “mad hatter”
a pinch of craziness won’t matter
just stir into my pancake batter
as
flapjacks flip, overturn life’s game
healthy dis-ease is recovery’s aim
let go of stigma and false shame!

(give freudian therapy all the blame)

 

 

 


Poeming with Laura at dVerse about mental health. I admire my family members who’ve lived bravely through mental illness to recovery. NAMI is a national organization in the U.S.that offers resources and support!

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