Love · Nature · Travel · Uncategorized

Flower Apollo’s Need 7/1/2018

My sun shines sweetly

kissing all my thorns

watering me swiftly

oh how I love her more

of this bloom I’m sure

 

I’m growing more enthralled

through water rain and storm

yet I  wilt so wrecked and worn

for my love shines foreign shore

and all the while still

I love her even more

 

Every time I think of her

my heart it plants a seed

to grow around her feet

 

to protect my golden sun

 

Flower Apollo’s Need

Everyday Life · Friendship · Guest Photographer · Uncategorized

Brothers of Frightful Sea 5/28/18

We vikings,

raiders of foreign shores,

brave the unknown steel

 

Each step a swing,

Each word a block,

 

For Each day and Each way,

to breath unscathed,

a quiet scream to say,

 

we haven’t given up

we do not surrender!

 

so we stand against the tide,

arms out stretched

for love’s wings unfurl inside us

and give us flight above all else.

 

oh, my kin of war

guard me mine

for all hope we have

is all we hope to be

 

my brother of frightful sea.

Everyday Life · Guest Photographer · Nature · Uncategorized

To this, I am free 5/27/18

to this land which poisons me,

to these souls which judge me,

 

I know no safety

but the freedom of pre-conceived condemnation.

 

I know no comfort

but the washing of the vile

harshly piled upon my skin.

 

to this land which poisons me,

to these souls which judge me,

 

know this…

 

you can squeeze me

bend me

smack me

claw at me until you’re satisfied,

 

but I shall never break.

 

to this land

to those souls

 

I am free.

Everyday Life · Friendship · Guest Author · Guest Photographer · Uncategorized

The Time Capsule: by Penny Preston 5/22/18

My calendar must be replaced

this I hate to do.

The memories invoked within are pleasing to review.

 

I’ll forget about the dentist.

Don’t remind me of the vet,

but the movie night with girlfriends

brought some fun I don’t regret.

 

I enjoyed the cookout with my sons.

Had pleasure at the beach

The potluck at work had lots of laughts

I like reliving each…

 

I, now, glance down into my purse

my checkbook is all full.

ohhh…. the craftshow ….

Death · Love · Uncategorized

Suicide and Bad Dreams 5/19/18

Sometimes I dream of stars

and I hear water bubbling

and I think about our memories

then they dissipate

dissolve

dismantle

into dust.

 

Sometimes I dream of you sleeping

I sit beside you and try to speak

then the dust spills from my mouth

and onto your face

I try to clean it up

but I’m smearing the dust into your eyes

as they fill with blood and tears

then you turn to water

and I hear bubbling.

 

I wake up in a pool of sweat beside you

and roll over to face you.

 

I want to cry on your shoulder.

I want hold you forever.

I want to scream at you,

punch a hole in a wall.

I want to shake you,

until those thoughts stop forever

 

 

Instead I get and get a glass of water

and for just a second,

I hear bubbling.

 

Bad Dreams.

Love · Uncategorized

WHY I LOVE ALAYNA (and why you should too) 4/30/18

Alayna has such a positive effect on this world. Every day, in so many ways, she helps and HEALS people. She has dedicated her life to it. Professionally, she works TWO jobs helping abused women and people with disabilities. All the while she kick’s school butt on her way to become a social worker so she can help even more people. Her natural talent at listening heals all her friends in their times of need, and lord knows, it has helped me at some of my lowest points.

She is outrageously fun. She is sassy and spunky, and being around her is addictively wonderful.

She is intelligent and deep, every day she teaches me and broadens my horizons/perspective.

She has a strength I have never experienced. She deals with so much every day, and has been through such steel obstacles. Yet endures and accomplishes true greatness.

She is an absolute wonder.

I love Alayna more and more every day, and you should too.

Uncategorized

Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers 4/19/20 ( a rhyming exercise)

rubber baby buggy bumpers

rapping happily by back street dumpster cruppers

a full lump of clump trumpeters

say fast the last tax of a TJ max

or ask why the fly guy sigh’s politly

near by but no knows why

this strange strange guy cries

in lines of nine nights back

to back so tight he might fight

the flight too late to drive

I might lie not to a lazy layman lacking

the triumphant triumphs of a hazy

trained plan elephant fanaticaly

attacking the sacking of hacky sack

matches in mid October,

this droning rover

more grumpy than

a squeaky cleaning

gleaming Grover