Category: Author

  • Cold Wind

    October blows a cold wind
    through my soul
    Days of water and warmth
    are gone

    Nights of frozen stillness
    seize the lonely one
    Icy tendrils pierce
    a barren heart

    Twigs snap outside
    the foggy window
    Beware for the dead
    of winter is coming


  • Holy Sheets

    (Dedicated to my Pomsky, Koda – who constantly does this!)

    In response to Bartholomew Barker at Living Poetry’s –
    Monday Poetry Prompt and picture: Halloween

    Eenie Meenie Miney Mo
    catch a doggie by his toe
    He chewed up my favorite sheets
    all to go trick or treat!

    He’s too fast and I’m too slow
    but in the doghouse he will go
    That’ll teach him not to eat my sheets
    all for silly Halloween treats!

  • Oldest thing in my possession?

    What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?

    My body!!!!! 😂

  • The Sea Notes Choral Society Free Concerts!!

    The wonderful Sea Notes Choral Society I am privileged to be a member of, established 50 years ago and still going strong, invites everyone out for not one but two concerts! Saturday December 6 @ 3:00 pm & Sunday December 7 @ 3 pm.

    Tickets are free and can be picked up at any of the locations noted on the above official announcement. Hope to see YOU in the audience!!

  • The Banshee (Short Version 54 Words)

    Picture courtesy of Reddit (https://www.reddit.com/)

    In response to Esther Chilton’s Can You Tell A Story In 54 Words? Use the following words in a poem or story: GERBIL, WONDERLAND, ZIP, AFTERSHAVE, BANSHEE

    The banshee she hunted
    each Halloween night
    Released from the veil
    into a wonderland of prey

    She camouflaged her stink
    with human aftershave
    To find her a gerbil
    to free her from a witch’s spell

    Yet years had passed to her dismay
    gerbil’s ran faster than lightning
    and away they went
    zip zip zip!



  • I Have Never

    Picture courtesy of iStock.com

    I have never jumped on a trampoline
    I wonder how it would be to fly
    to hit the bottom then bounce back up
    to jump and jump and jump

    I have never skied across a lake
    frozen over with wintry ice
    How wonderful I think it would be
    to slide and slide and slide

    I have never sped upon water ski’s
    salty sea water beneath my feet
    A wonderful time like a dolphin skims
    to swim and swim and swim.

    I have never run through a field of corn
    with other children from the farm
    To hop around and chase the mice
    to run and run and run

    I have felt the kindness of a stranger
    stopping to hold an open door
    Thankful for the occasional chatter
    I smile and smile and smile

  • Brutal

    In response to NEWEPICAUTHOR’s Thursday Inspiration #303 Brutal

    Brutal is the love

    that can not be realized
    Tortuous is the love
    that must be denied

    Ferocious is the pain
    of love subdued forever
    Merciless is the ache
    of forbidden love

    Savage is the pining
    for everlasting love
    Relentless is the thirst
    for love’s committed kiss

    Heartless was Cupid
    directing love’s arrow
    Ruthless was his aim
    at these two lover’s hearts

  • Awakening, or: A rengay

    Posted on by ben Alexander

    A two-person ‘Rengay’

    By Gypsie-Ami and David

    gaof-light blocked by darkness
    searches through the masses
    warmth, energy circle the globe

    db-new dawn edges past despair —
    love reminds us how to breathe

    gaof-red moon falls into the sun
    molten rays melt hate and pain
    meadows of hope emerge

    db-warships gather rust —
    freed souls rise from buried dreams
    builders greet fresh morn

    gaof-warriors sleep undisturbed
    we honor their true birthright

    db-watchers drift
    orbit round the Earth
    vigilant

    I’m Rengay is a form of linked verse created as an alternative to Japanese renga or renku. The form was devised by Garry Gay in California in 1992. A rengay consists of six thematic haiku verses and is normally composed by two or three poets, although solo and six-person rengay are not uncommon.


  • Unseen

    Photo by Valfrè on Pinterest

    I sit here
    invisible
    In this little
    bar
    All alone
    watching

    Do they know I
    watch
    Would they
    care
    If they knew I
    wrote

    That it was them
    here
    On paper or
    screen
    That I record their
    inattentiveness

    To my invisibility?

  • The Toad

    You left me,
    no remorse.
    I waited,
    no recourse.

    Not enough
    to keep you here.
    Never enough
    to keep you near.

    All the rest
    that came along.
    Everyone danced
    to the same old song.

    Something better
    lay down the road.
    Nothing here
    but an ugly old toad.

    Yet like the prince
    in tales once told.
    With a lover’s kiss
    a toad becomes gold.