posting poetic prose
30 May 2023 33 Comments
busy husband beavering
with wood in a back shed
mothers catting back and forth
to catch young kits for bed
grandma rabbiting about
in garden’s warm black dirt
brothers squirrel round a tree
till one falls and gets hurt
sisters lark on swingset
sing songs with silly words
wee early morning’s quiet
except for beetling birds
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Sarah’s poetics prompt to use animal nouns as verbs…i had fun with rhymes as well 🙂
05 May 2023 19 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: creatures, den, foxes, reynard, vixen
foxes build homes of cool earth;
burrows dug deep under changeable skies.
in dark den, a vixen gives birth,
to sightless pups who whimper where mom lies.
Creator God, to you all creatures raise myriad voices united in praise.
underground, newborn fox kits pass each hour
waiting for father who prowls, growling this night;
hunts by scent, stealthy as rare moon flower,
he fills cache with fresh meat before dawn’s light.
Creator God, to you all creatures raise myriad voices united in praise.
both reynard and vixen’s instinctual love
is needed to nurture each furry fox child
they protectively watch for danger above
and lead kits outside when weather grows mild.
Creator God, to you all creatures raise myriad voices united in praise.
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This poem uses the end rhymes and similar refrain of hymn, “For the Beauty of the Earth”.
21 Feb 2023 2 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: gender disphoria, homeless, psychiatry, unicoarn, wo-man
what is a wo-man?
definitions can bend,
we deny motherhood
and give it to men
diagnostic manual
has changed over years,
believe you’re a unicorn?
here’s a horn and fake ears
gender disphoria is
a new-fashioned curse;
we won’t make it/they better
but can help them feel worse
crack addicts, delusioned
psychotics…don’t treat —
they seem perfectly happy
living homeless on street
wide-spread mental illness
society sick with dis-ease
throw out DSM / Bible
and think as you please!
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Will the thought police come after me?
28 Sep 2022 2 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: boxes, home remodel, moving, treasures
“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!
26 Aug 2022 6 Comments
in poem for children, rhyming verse Tags: candy, jellybean, sweet
“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
19 Aug 2022 2 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: Afghanistan, Biden, border, national debt, president
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!
15 Aug 2022 3 Comments
in poem for children, rhyming verse Tags: dream
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
06 Jul 2022 4 Comments
in music poem, rhyming verse Tags: abortion, baby, free, 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”).
28 Apr 2022 4 Comments
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
23 Mar 2022 12 Comments
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.
12 Mar 2022 12 Comments
in decastitch, rhyming verse Tags: commands, decastitch, 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.
a poem in my pocket 
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