Category: Author

Skeletons dreams
block memories
suffering from a lost
promise broken
and wandering

The call of life
forces humanity
to it’s knees
Must want to listen
to the message
or stream into oblivion

Angel wings adorn your sides,
lovely tail feathers from behind
with curled ridges resembling claws
and ruffled petals like hairy paws.

It is no wonder cats screech and scratch, when placed beside a
Nepeta plant, thinking a puppy
they’ve just supplanted.

You make nice tea,
a domestic remedy
and as for cats
make them happy as can be!

At night you slowly unfurl
releasing your sweet scent
into a dark world

Few have seen you
in full glory invisibly
glowing beneath moons rays

Inexplicably you
thrive with the many
and varied creatures of the night

Into our dreams
you creep and seek
to draw romance into our lives

Your magic surrounds us
your mystery astounds us
until morn you hide away once more

For Jean-Marie

There is a lovely lady
I only know by her name
In this world of technology
nothing is the same

Trial and tribulations
many has she known
Kindness and guidance
is all she’s ever shown

Beneath that artful smile
and her gift of weaving words
Her body does betray her
what we see is barely a third

Of what she must endure
day in and day out
From her you rarely hear
complaint not even a shout

This little poem is just for you
my teacher my mentor my friend
To tell you how very blessed I am
so this poem to you I send 💜

Blossom of infinite beauty
colors beyond understanding
or comprehension
by a mortal eye.

Flower rising clean and pure
from your bed of mud
and slime each night,
you slip beneath to sleep.

Your rebirth and renewal
gives hope to the spiritual,
ceremony to the religious,
and connection to the universe for all.

Gods and Goddesses
form their heavenly thrones,
from your strong
magnificent flowers.

Your scent lifts
our souls skyward,
to dance and commune
with the Divinity in life and death.

Ancient and wise is the Lotus Flower,
whose roots form in the densest mud
and flowers burst forth
in stunning beauty.

In response to Punam’s Challenge to Write a Poem that Addresses Itself or some aspect of its self (i.e., “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”)

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Do not ask this of me
I won’t do it at all
I am too tired you see
Try again in the Fall

To rhyme or not to rhyme
there’s no question of that
I just do not have the time
I’m a poem not an acrobat

You can not toss words around
there is protocol and structure to me
I refuse to be your silly word clown
Now go away and just let me be!

The first time
With your tubular blossoms
all woolly and curved.
A kangaroo’s paw
you mimic from way Down Under.

Red petals adorn
a strong deep green stem.
Quite furry and bad tasting
to keep predators away.

Humans adore you
keeping you in their homes.
Until someone they love
finds they need you even more.

Wattle birds love you
and perch on your stem,
with honey suckers too
drinking nectar from within.

Your petals fallen like feathers
from a fairy princesses jeweled
mantle.
Soft as the most exquisite silk
a fragile beauty of strength and
mettle.

Elegant in stature and bloom
some believe you
denote
death, destruction and doom
a killer plant housing awful
evil.

Lovely Jeweled Orchid
who has fueled
imaginations
Brought down houses and kingdoms
with your secret
machinations.

You bring good luck to many
to those who
believe
Neglect you or treat you poorly
and you can bring Kings to their
knees.

Little red star so small
and so strong
you’ve been the topic
of legend and song

Oklahoma as a state
chose you to represent
their laws and mandates
honoring your gentle scent

On the Prairie you grow
wild and free without care
crossed petals of strength
giving hope to folks there

Forefathers of old cherished your gifts and light beauty
forging magic and mystery
from your endless booty

It would be such a waste
to lose your ancient ways
we must teach our children
to keep you safe for all days

In response to bushboy’s world Last On The Card – March 2023