Tag Archives: Poetry
Rings and Trophies
To feel average again
Shuffling, schlepping
Commonplace companionship
Shopping for cozy and sundries
Is all I rage against
I’ve stepped onto some tundra
Passion, as Venus, accompanies me
Silver runs through my veins
Kisses while troublemaking
Too much sweetness to turn back
There are low moments
They become me, though
I look fine in such transition time
Intercepting the unsuspecting dark
Catch my breath then find the zone
Mr. Right: A Haiku
I’m worth it despite
You’d not seen fit to fight it
The good fight for me
Goodness Forward
I see we
Coral reefs rebuilding
Faith and science merging
Fingers intertwining
Neighborly and such
Time to be
Touching at heart-level
With one cause, all rebels
Sisters, brothers ever
Keeping, caring much
One, two, three
Breaths, then best foot forward
Goodness in deed and word
See how heaven has heard
Angels among us
Fit To Heal: A Haiku
Did I give you space
Enough that you’d see you’re whole
And see fit to heal?
Sentient Sacrificed
You, the junk
The addiction
The smack to my very well-being
The contraband to my no-pain-and-suffering-of-sentients policy
I, the chosen one
Queened for just such a time as this
Dignified, decree you
Sacrificed, nonetheless
Original thought credit: “Perhaps you have come to royal dignity for just such a time as this.” -Esther 4:14
The Beautiful Empty
Inmate lists and textless nights
Poetry Books of Days
Trauma breath & then no breath
Beautiful country songs
Guilt and shame
Someone else’s last name
Losing again and again
Oh, where needing will find you
Call To Action: Our Haikus
Venus reminds us
To come out from our corners
To follow our bliss
Would that her winds speak
In amber daydreamer’s tongue 
And beckon us back
Original Thought Credit: “Follow your bliss. If you do follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while waiting for you….” -Joseph Campbell
Dream Uncontained
A garden growing
Green as they get
Just for me somewhere
I cultivate from afar
Sunlight and truth, I send every day
Prayers pollinating good, good soil and seed
Evenings, my knees feel a joyful exhaustion
As I sleep, a Dream, rooted, yet uncontained, leans closer
Morning dew brings proof the weeds haven’t won
Will I reap?
Will the weeping wither, then fade from memory?
Watch with me
Your brightest hours yet
Breaching Earth’s surface