posting poetic prose
31 Aug 2016 9 Comments
in quadrille, rhyming verse Tags: fall, geese, leaves, pumpkin, sleet
Written for dVerse poets quadrille #15 on “leaves” theme.
cicada chorus hums in grass
daylight shuffles a retreat
autumnal dirge crescendos fast
music follows frosty sleet
mournful geese raise the call
barren branches grieve their leaves
flutter down in wistful fall
time’s march sighs reprieve
when voice of pumpkin
sings ripely from garden
23 Aug 2016 1 Comment
in rhyming verse Tags: Bethel, hat, ladies, party, tea, tent
Out on the lawn under a tree
with tables set quite daintily
a floral scent inside the tent
where Bethel ladies take their tea.
Cookie for you, a scone for me
small sandwiches cut diagonally
drink hot or cold, pour flavors bold
when Bethel ladies take their tea.
Our host is Ms. Mary Jo Lee
a proper southern belle is she
invites us chat, imagine that’s
why Bethel ladies take their tea.
Wear fancy hat to grand partay
recite a poem or play croquet
switch chairs on run, stir in good fun
how Bethel ladies take their tay!
photo credit: Karen Wynia
27 Jul 2016 23 Comments
in rhyming verse, Uncategorized Tags: bucolic, drought, farmers, pestilence, tornados
Yep, farming seems to be drought or deluge, feast or famine 🙂 I’m joining dVerse and enthusiasticallydawn this week…
city folk dream of scenes bucolic
but real country life is workaholic;
daily working up a sweat,
yearly diving into debt.
in late spring, rain will not stop
by early fall, drought hurts the crop.
all summer long, hot south wind blows;
dark thunderstorms spawn tornados.
aphids, root worm, corn borer, blight-
present fresh pestilence to fight.
chemicals that kill noxious weeds
may drift on flowers and honeybees.
chickens like to roam range free
till raccoons binge on killing spree.
an older bull, he could go lame;
a younger bull might miss his game.
wonder when grain prices raise?
after contract’s selling days.
though farming’s not an easy life,
i’m glad to be my farmer’s wife.
“country hicks” are labels pearled;
remember, farmers feed the world!
01 Jun 2016 16 Comments
in quadrille, rhyming verse Tags: breath, breeze, maple, owlets, raindrops, trees
gentle quiver shivers maple leaves
reveals flash of their silver underside
quiet breath whispers subtle tease
where downy baby owlets hide
stronger gust flexes tops of trees
may blow in raindrops late today
squirrel kits sleep fits and sneeze
when swing in spring’s breezeway
A quadrille (44 words) linked to dVerse Poets pub.
18 May 2016 7 Comments
in quadrille, rhyming verse Tags: green, paradise, pastoral, sheep, spring
Earth’s new spring green
sings a theme serene
for ears and eyes keen
to creation’s pastoral scene.
On hills’ grassy sheen
fresh rain-washed clean
sheep shearer has seen
fluff-puff wool to glean.
A poets’ paradise pristine,
if you know what i mean.
For dVerse Poets “green” quadrille challenge and with my apologies to Luci Shaw 🙂
06 Apr 2016 6 Comments
in poem for children, rhyming verse Tags: faster, night, track, train
A poem to read aloud to a child 🙂 Kudos to my son who is a train engineer! (Linking to dVerse Poetics prompt “Wheels of Steel” with Bjorn)
jumping on
going, gone
faster, faster
pacing a train
racing in vain
faster, faster
wheels turning
diesel burning
faster, faster
graffitied cars
glowing stars
faster, faster
vision at night
one-eyed light
faster, faster
hugging its track
never look back
faster, faster, clickety-clack!
25 Mar 2016 27 Comments
in octain, rhyming verse Tags: Good Friday, light, shadow, tomb
we mark a dark yet holy day
when Light himself was crucified
condemned by men, unjustly tried
son suffered, father turned away
wrapped up in gloom, laid in cold tomb
“now God is dead!” the demons say
to save from shadow’s curse, light died
we mark a dark yet Good Friday.
22 Mar 2016 2 Comments
(A playful attempt at humor over the ridiculous revamping of restroom signs.)
i really mean no disrespect
and try hard to be circumspect
but restroom signs stretch intellect
with circles, arrows, pants and skirt
you never know who might get hurt
if one should cross cross-gender flirt
we all must play the hand we’re dealt
and best not stare below the belt…
confusion can cause brains to melt!
19 Jan 2016 5 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: broken, cops, theory, window
Inspired by Jennifer Duke Lee’s post today…
city cops on their beat
to new recruits repeat
true theory well-spoken:
one window that’s broken
will lead to another;
destruction runs further
it’s the way this world works
’cause we’re under sin’s curse
if we don’t give a care
thugs and vandals will dare
to destroy property
and attempt robbery
let’s be window menders
good neighborhood tenders
make world a better place
show your brave friendly face
10 Jan 2016 2 Comments
in rhyming verse, Uncategorized Tags: breathe, exhale, gift, inhale, life, prayer
our first inhale
inspires a wail
every breath on lease
until breathing cease
his name rests on our tongues
spirit fills up our lungs
oxygen’s gifts from above
inspire us to be, do, love
fuller gulps we request
when exerting our best
inhaling the holy
exhaling the hurtful
breathe in life’s air
breathe out a prayer
our final breath
expires in death
until…
resuscitated to life beyond here
drink deep of celestial atmosphere
a poem in my pocket 
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