confess reality of dark side
fight to keep it under control
to contain fear, addiction,
selfish pride, hateful lies.
it hides inside us
fallen nature
we all need
rescue…
help!
posting poetic prose
13 Oct 2026 1 Comment
in nonet, Uncategorized Tags: rescue, pride, hate, monster, dark side
confess reality of dark side
fight to keep it under control
to contain fear, addiction,
selfish pride, hateful lies.
it hides inside us
fallen nature
we all need
rescue…
help!
10 Sep 2025 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: attic, dead, memories, mouse, pettiness, pillow, pride, soul
Melissa challenges dVerse poets to write to a quote from one of Leo Tostoy’s books…

ancient dust thickly lies…
obscures discarded objects
personal mysteries unsolved
hidden in dark attic of soul
what is this discovery?!
favorite forgotten pillow
stuffing needs fluffing…
still choke on puffed pride
look in that corner box
something small, hidden
away…yuck! dead mouse
of musty, moldy pettiness
keep cherished photographs
of loved ones’ kindness but
let dirty dogged memories
lie sleeping and undisturbed
_______
(alternative title: pride & pettiness, but that’s another author)
15 Jun 2023 1 Comment
in senryu Tags: flag, picnic, president, pride
Indecent behavior should be called out, not celebrated!
prior to flag day,
president flaunts pride banner
white house is disgraced
south lawn public exposure
(not chicken breasts at picnic)
26 May 2017 8 Comments
in tanka Tags: graduation, growth, prayer, pride, wisdom
Tanka challenge at Ramblings of a Writer: growth & wisdom
graduation day
parents startle at child’s growth
earn moment of pride
launch dream of hope-full future
prayer for wings of wisdom

google free photos
05 Apr 2017 17 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: cat, dog, paparazzi, pride
Playing with “anthropomorphism” at dVerse poetics with Lillian 🙂
fat cat in silky
top hat, walks
sleek this season
(has no reason
to run) saunters
too confidently,
(pompous louse)
directly to famed
doghouse- ritzy,
spacious place
(will absent dog
give chase?)
cat pauses for
grand entrance,
smiles smugly to
paparazzi & me.
then, full of pride,
he slinks inside
to curl up cool
in empty dish;
crinkles pug nose-
where’s my fish?
long afternoon nap
(could be a trap?)
it’s easy to be,
like i already said,
audaciously catty
after dog is dead.
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