Flower Beds

And so it is our day of toilour hands, the soilwhere sweat let rununder the sun In work, digress, settle downstreamearthbound, I dreamthoughts in dire needdesire to bleed I tire, withdraw, let slip my minda place I findto rest my headflower the bed The minute poem.The rules are simple:3 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas)8 syllables in … Continue reading Flower Beds

Back to Nature

deep breathsthe tide fillsshallow waters I'm el naturalepoison ivy on my junkswelling worth the pain stems bowdownpour in springstrength returns the path less traveledlooks exactly like the restclearly I am lost petals ponderthe sun winksdarkness follows Weekly Theme:Original Twisting Tail Format Monday: Flash FictionTuesday: TankaWednesday: Free Verse PoetryThursday: Rhymed poetryFriday: LimerickSaturday: haiku/senryüSunday: Children's Rhyme

With Rosy Cheeks, I stuffed the Turkey (and the turkey stuffed me)

Happy Turkey Lovers Month to all!Although, it's a celebration of sycophantsThey ridiculed my misunderstandingI wasn't the only one with a bird in his pants "What's in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet." Roses are redWho cares what violets doIt's all about the rosesYou all know … Continue reading With Rosy Cheeks, I stuffed the Turkey (and the turkey stuffed me)