Poetry Blogs (word)
Friday 19th June 2020 4:55 pm
A message great
Unmatched to date
Via an angel,
Irreverence against God
That does not tolerate,
To a pious girl immaculate
While the holy one
For a pray bent,
The angel Saint Gabriel,
Descended from high
Above in the sky
And with reverence said
There is a message
To be told!
The holy one
In God’s fac...
Saturday 31st August 2019 11:05 am
So what are you going to do
Now that it's for sure
The bridge has been pulled down
What are you going to do
You gonna let it go now
Back to the nothing
Back where it belongs
Separate from who you are
Because you are so much more
Don't let it dishearten you, honey
It really wasn't worth it
And you know what
You didn't give i...
Thursday 4th April 2019 5:41 pm
I am a word wanderer
peripatetic poetry is my voyage,
each syllable a serendipitous moment,
vowel vitality fuels every page
while a loquacious line forks off into two distances
leaving a double and doubtful sense
to my meanderings
all the better for the turn of phrase,
adding to the journey
is a consonant chaos of juxtaposition and alliteration,
a choice to turn left ...
Saturday 16th March 2019 9:11 pm
If you learn from the past
Improving your future
Then you'll achieve the goal
And reach it safely faster
Pay an attention to move
Know the direction to go
Have time to Improve
Act well, not only "show"
Earn your people' regard
And don't cross the fence
Know the value of the word
Now you've got confidence
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:48 pm
Take care of Yourself.
Just love Yourself.
Just follow Your heart.
Don't over think problems.
Friday 5th January 2018 5:22 pm
I've never been one to board common trains of thought.
Friday 14th October 2016 6:07 am
The shadows flick across the darkened room.
I imagine these are demons in their evil dance,
although I know it is only the passing cars.
I hear strange noises coming from the attic.
I imagine this to be a serial killer stomping around,
although I know it is the mouse I chased
away a few days ago.
I hear an anguished moan.
I imagine it to b...
Tuesday 4th March 2014 10:00 pm
I was born in Texas and raised in Arkansas. I was taught that if you worked hard and tried even harder you could accomplish anything.
In some ways this is true. At the age of 26 I joined the army.
Even though my service from 1986-1988 was a little boring. I did something that at the time was unusual for a Woman. I served along side Men and pr...
Tuesday 26th November 2013 10:48 pm
“Tea’s grilling, and the sloth’s toes
Did gear and gamble with their wage.
All misty were the biographers,
And the mime rats outrage.”
If Lewis Carroll used Spellcheck,
There wouldn’t be a ‘double Dutch’.
He’d have more literary respect.
He’s just so out-of-touch!
The worst thing is he’s a success!
Had he been typing with his feet?
From what I...
Monday 27th June 2011 8:46 pm