All posts filed under: Poetry

Rain Dance

You are a melody,A soft pitter patter,A gentle good night,Causing dark thoughts to scatter.You are a symphony,A marching band’s cry,Snare drums & symbols,A parade marching by!A flash upon high,Bass drums echoing low,Earth praises your gift,Rivers once again flow.From foggy panes,I watch you perform,Our spirits connect,You are my perfect storm. —Endless Rivers— The “R” word was such a breeze. I LOVE Rain. With a passion! When I was young, I had a lot of stuffed animals. I’d bring them to bed with me at night. If I had trouble sleeping I’d pretend there was a storm outside, and that I needed to protect them. I would call roll to make sure no one was missing, and then I’d tell them not to worry—they’d be safe with me under the covers. That little game made me feel so cozy inside. Believe it or not, I think about that game whenever it rains at night and I feel that warmth all over again. The child inside never dies! Anyway, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed “R,” …

Karma

Whatever goes up, will surely come down; Like a boomerang, it just all goes around. You get what you give, or reap what you sow; If hate’s what you plant, then hate’s what will grow. If you want to see change; if love’s what you thirst, Be bold with your kindness… Dare to go first.

Living the Dream

Chaotic workday— a scuffle with friends, Five o’clock traffic— the stress never ends, Pressure to do well— fearing failure, too, Stuck in a pattern— afraid of what’s new, Plan for retirement— look forward to rest, Where children once played— is now empty nest, Dating disasters— a marriage from hell, Lack of investments— there’s nothing to sell, No regrets linger— My head’s not for rent, All of these moments— are evanescent, March forward, full steam— toward what is unseen, Faith is eternal— I’m living the dream.

Wishes Come True

A wish, like a dream Is only the beginning The challenge comes next Prepare for the fight Fear will say: “Impossible!” You must not listen Like “look, but don’t touch,” Always leaves you wondering, What did that feel like? You will never know What you are capable of Until you have tried So take a gamble, Up the ante, raise the stakes Make your wish come true Written for Daily Addictions: Fight, RDP Friday: Prepare, Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Touch & Your Daily Word Prompt: Raise

The Wallflower

An Ode to Introverts Solitude, You are so dear to me. Sometimes I wonder, Do I love you more than I should? My friends are all out gallivanting, And here I am, Alone with you. You give me comfort, Help me gather my thoughts, Like a breath of fresh air, You are my best friend. I curse at times, Stare at the mirror and shout, You are a hermit! The Judge strikes the gavel, And the verdict is in, Guilty as charged! But I stay anyway. You have incredible power. I can’t help but love you. Signed, The Wallflower Weekend Writing Prompt #115: Write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 95 words using the word “Judge”

The Man Cave

Boys & Their Toys It started with skates, Then a skateboard or two. The toys just got bigger, As the little ones grew. A bike; then a car, With a rack on the top, To haul all these toys… Oh, when does it stop?! Toys for water and sand, Three wheelers and such, Soon the car had to go, Since it didn’t fit much. A board for the snow, One for catching a wave, The garage has been shrinking, Now we need a Man Cave!

Be Real

Be unique. Be awesome. Be you.   Do whatever it is that is true.   Take chances. Make mistakes. Step out. No one else knows what you are about. Encourage. Give a hand. Be kind. Speak gently, of what’s on your mind. Do what’s right, when others go wrong. You matter. You’re here. You Belong. Being phony will fracture your soul, So be real. Be authentic. Be whole. —Janet Word of the Day Challenge: Phony