Garde Manger

I see myself as a superhero,
Standing for juice, mustard, and the American way
We have the right to eat leftovers!
Anything we don't eat can and will be used for something is the kitchen law!
Thriftiness is next to cleanliness!
I am fond of fond!
Save the Chicken!

Waiting for the Savior

Justice falling through the sky
Upon our bare and broken shoulders.
Raising torn hands, a mute cry
From the wreckage of fallen boulders.
Wailing in the silent dark
Alone 'til the tomb's cast aside.
Within our hearts a spark
Is sown for the morningtide.
When the voice will speak from the heavens
And pierce our spirits through,
A voice so full of tenderness
Pain and love, grief too.
The voice of our father in heaven
Intoducing his Son to you.

Adventures in learning

Snatching at elusive thoughts
Poised on the brink of my mind.
Plucking them from certain death
And examining each precious find.
Exploring hidden paths between
Like truths I haven't linked yet.
Pushing aside dark curtains
That veil the mysteries we forget.

Through the looking glass

When troubled by my follies, friend,
I turn to your warm, wise heart.
I find your patience, without end,
Sinks into my sould with healing art.

Unravled are the webs I wove
To entrap and deceive me.
Lifted the world under which I strove,
And now an Atlas unbound I'm free.

School lunches

Marshmallow fluff
Is evil stuff.
And fluffernutters
Should not be allowed in school.

Pura Vida

Trail your fingers in the rivers of time,
Float down slowly.
Enjoy the scenery.
You will never pass through this moment again.

Opening our home

When I was a little girl, we went to people's homes.
We played together.
Oh we had fun!
And we had people over.
I loved the feel of our home then!
Then we moved, and Mom started working,
Visits ceased with growing stress.
There wzs always an excuse,
We're too tired,
The house is too messy.
But finally, we are doing it again.
Feeding missionaries,
Play dates for the kids.
And suddenly,
Our home is cleaner,
We are happier,
And we remember what we were missing.

Elder Smith's Companion

I feel sorry for Elder Smith.
Because his companion
Is obviously a pain.
And wants to stay that way.
I would not like to be Elder Smith.
And neither would you.

First Ever After-Valentine's day Conversation Heart Haiku Contest!

Okay, I know there's people who read my blog. But I don't seem to ever hear from you guys. So I'm taking a leaf out of Diana's book and ask you all to delurk. But I'm giving it a poetic twist. SO! All those who wish to delurk may post a conversation heart haiku, (I know you are all buying them at after-valentine's day sales) and the best haiku, as voted by me, will recieve the prestigious kudos of winning the First Ever After-Valentine's day Conversation Heart Haiku Contest sponsored by Moi! If there's enough interest, this may possibly become a yearly feature. I really hope it does. Because I like reading silly haiku.