transition takes time

“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!

smellybean…then eat!

“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

c’mon, man!

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

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

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”).

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

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

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!

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