so i just submitted poems to a contest. eee! i hope i win. 😀

here’s the background music my daughter composed and i edited. it plays under my poems. 😀

thanks for listening.


Every Time Love

Every time I love
Instead of fear, mistrust, hate
I change my whole world

Love someone today
Not just claim, use up and trash
Find the rare treasure

Do unto others
Is impossible if I
Do not first love me

Go out of your way
Listen, praise, trust, risk it all
To reach one person

Samaritan man
Left his busy, blessed life for
A man left for dead

F*ing Emo

I scream to you “I’m different!”
But how can you really tell?
Because this heart is deeper?
Beeline to the bottom of this well.

Is it that I feel so strong
Everything that I feel?
Does that make all my emotions
Any truer or much more real?

I flail around and make a mess
Invite you to the show
That’s what makes me different
And totally f*ing emo.

No, not Elmo. lol

Take Me Home

I swing my legs from the swaying dock
Forgotten every one of my dwindling flock

I lay in fields of golden, wet, honey wheat
Drink down dew from low, golden clouds I meet

I run in those hidden dark, green trees
Places I learned to be what I please

Ravines littered with softly-fallen sins
Redeemed by desire, baptized by might-have-beens

Hay dangles through cracks and creaky joists
I break pains and panes with the ghosts of your voice

Pains of the past
Panes of glass

I fly kites with the ribs of those rotting, white windows
Catch hope with faith and sinewy minnows

Display truth and let it cool on open-sashed sills
Smoke the winnows and billows of dogged wills

Clear to the rafters of this old barn
And to the ragged fence posts on Used-to-be Farm
I love you.


Pinterest loving
Blog having
Scarf wearing
Child bearing
Journal keeping
Side bang sweeping
Home schooling
Car pooling
Garden tending
My stats are trending!
Bible reading while

What’s life like beyond the shiny, sprayed-up Facebook version of your life?
Were you raped?
Were you harassed?
Were you forced to do something you didn’t want to do because it was easier than living out loud?
Were you bad?
Did you like it?

It’s okay if you’re not perfect.

You can know my age, my weight, my background, my shit.
I got a ton.
It’s nice being mostly integrated at almost 45 yo.
This is me. This is real. This is life.

I actually love Pinterest. No offense! And I read the bible. I just don’t tweet about it. lol
How do you tweet? And why???


Poets are a greedy breed
Wanting payment for the words we bleed

Doesn’t have to be money though
Could be any form of honey slow

I am a cheap literary device
Lost in a fool’s paradise

It doesn’t take much to suffice
A few choice words would certainly be nice

Like and share and clap and tweet
Whistle and smile and snaps are sweet

I could live high on likes alone
Chew forever on those juicy bones

Slake my fervent fever thirst
Say my poem left you submersed

Just sitting there with your eyes glistening
With open heart, still and listening

Payment enough for this amateur litterateur
Litter my Press with delusions of grandeur

Ocean of Poems

I went wading through
Some poems last night
Knee-deep in poetry
Is a bit of all right

I stood for a while
In the middle of creation
Sat, lapping up rap
Deep in meditation

I’m not averse to being immersed in verse
Ruminating in rhymes is a blessed curse
Seussifying incessantly isn’t so much worse
Words submerge in this subversive’s universe

Snag my net
Throw me my pen
Hold your breath
I’ll begin again and then

The waves of expression flow o’er me
I flail in their overwhelm
It’s not a boat you float upon
Tethered to the weathered, flying helm

You dive down, risk the drown
Wrestle in swells, quill ’til it quells
Gasp for breath on the shore beyond death
Thankful for absent bells’ knells

Poetry’s not something to navigate
You have to swim with the fishes
You have to get wet, not just whet, but ret
Then wring out the sweat-filled wishes

Don’t be afraid of the creatures that crawl
Among and along imagination
It’s only thoughts and ideas after all
Not an underwater psychotic’s vacation

Sputter your products onto the shifting sand
Swirl them around with your trembling hand
When you have the shaky strength to stand
You’ll grasp and understand this languid liquid land

I will linger in this language until the end of time
Reeling in this important feeling
Sharing with the rest of the world
My brain’s ability for healing