Critics

Too many love poems,
Write something new
That's what she said,
If only she knew!
All poems come from love
Why else the work?
Poems are hard
And easy to shirk.

the 29th's piece

Up and away his kite she flies
While he sits upon the ground and cries

The 28th's piece

Visiting friendly people

To be welcomed is a wonderful thing,
To be let into the warmth and love,
It makes my heart within me sing
A little home and peace from above.

The 30th's piece

The moment

The lupine and the balsamroot
The deer and ponderosa pine
The rolling green hills spread below
The tiny drops of rain

The scattered pattern, sunshine shade,
The buzzard soaring overhead
The baby 'hopper on your arm
The things you and I said,

They're fixed within my memory,
Like you are fixed within my heart
I don't know when or how or where,
But I know Who, Why, What.

To a cup of pureed garlic with a hotwheels van and a beheaded lego man

It sits there,
Smelling garlicky,
As pureed garlic must.
A poor defenseless hotwheels van,
Headfirst, mercilessly thrust
Into the Child's concoction.
And you, poor headless lego man,
Missing one hand too,
Did you ride this hotwheels van
To this Ramp-ant doom?

On the way home from work

I feel so proper, prim,
With the dainty blue and white trim
Of my umbrella bobbing overhead.
I feel so happy, bright,
Aglow with mischeivous light
As I splish splish splash the water puddle-ed.

Rachel

Rachel, Rachel,
Long you waited,
Seven years of tears.
Teach me, teach me!
To be patient
'Til My Dear appears!

The 24th's piece

This little purple rose
Is so delightful to my nose!

Class clown

Oh little boy,
You sweet-spirited child!
You're so afraid of something.
You're needing,
Wanting,
Hoping,
And it's so hard, so hard,
I can't see what it is.
What is it? What thorn is in your side?
What do you need to feel comfortable,
So that you don't need to giggle giggle nervously,
Squirm worried in your chair.
You're so unhappy though you're laughing,
The pressure's plainly there for me to see,
What do I do to take care of you????

the 22nd's piece

You're not here but I can feel
Your fingers in my hair
You're not here but I can steal
Your image from the air

The 21st's piece

A hundred years you've lived here
Since wrecking in the surf
This stretch of beach is your home now
The sandbar is your turf.

The 20th's piece

There’s a gentle rhythmic sighing coming from his corner of the van. His hands folded gently, his head drooping forward, his feet splayed upon the cooler, he sleeps. His overalls have ridden up his shins, gathering up just below his knee so that he looks like a little paper boy asleep on the daily news.

To a white butterfly

Delicate and quivering
You hover on the sweet blossom.
Roses arching over me
And you ever more above them,
A flower living on the wind.

Goodnight Dearest.

Before you never found it hard
To say "goodnight, goodbye."
He came and charmed away your guard,
Now endings make you sigh.

Give someone the beat of your heart,
Your love and stray-lamb thought,
Then you can hardly bear to part
With what you had not sought.

But give it! Give it! Do not shrink!
Though there a few pains be,
There's too much happiness to blink
At being part of "we!"

Escape into thought

Enough of the mundane!!
No more dishes and dirty floors!
I crave something less profane
Than fingerprints on doors!
Give me tetrahedrons
Or an aria by Handel,
No more boring old reruns
Of the "latest scandal"
I need a mental break
From dull insipid minutiae
Let me ponder the snowflake!
Whales from Nova Scotia!

Substitutions

I've written two poems today, but I don't particularly feel like posting either one. So I'm giving you an old one that I don't believe I've posted before.

Baby brother

Softly his hand explores
The curves and angles of my face.
Gently his hand reveals
To him the coars texture of lace.
Lightly he talks nothings
In my ears, a little nonesense.
Laughing he takes glasses
Of my face and moistens the lens.
Smiling he tries taking
What I am holding, like my pen.
Reaching he tries taking
And when he fails he tries again.

Happy shark

Hey there happy Shark!
Why the gaping grin?
Are you inviting me to play?
Would you like me to come in?

The Heron

Sleepy little froglets, wake up and run away!
Don't you know the hunter comes at the break of day?
His legs are long, his beak is sharp, his coat is blue-ish gray,
Wake up you sleepy fish babies, wake up and swim away!

Just a little longer

Taitai cat, I know you're sad.
You want my lap so very bad
As soon as I may I'll give it to you
But right now I have some stuff to do.

The student

Love! I have hoped for it, dreamed of it,
Pondered the very meaning of it
Observed the bright, smiling glad glances
Of those in the throes of romances
Read every and all books on the thing,
Well those I could read without blushing.
I've hounded, dissected, studied, learned
The confused, successful, giddy, spurned,
Yet none of it could prepare me for
The happiness for me Love had in store.

Wind

You are just like a child,
Tugging my clothes to get attention.
Tossing my hair until it's wild.
Using my earrings to catch the sunshine.
Howl and bluster away
When you aren't getting what you want yet.
Kick up the leaves in playful way
Before running over to the swingset.

Lavender buds

Slender tender palest green
Tiny buds with silver sheen
Two long years I've tended thee
Just for these I gladly see.

CTR class

Why do I have to make you sit still
When I know that you're longing to play?
I wish I could wait until YOU are ready
To say what I have to say.
But it's so very important dears,
I only have this short bit of time,
To show you a smidgen of all that is good,
The Gospel sweet and sublime.

Delivery

Okay, I did WRITE this one yesterday, but I was half asleep, so I just memorized it to post this morning.


Can it be so very hard
To say such a little thing?
Yet I keep circumnavigating
The words I want to say.

Worry Wart

Worry wart, worry wart,
Sitting on my thumb.
You remind me very well
Though your deaf and dumb.
Worry wart, worry wart,
Sitting on my thumb,
To my little doubts and fears
I will not succumb.

Self-control

I feel hurt and indignant, and my first instinct is to hurt back. I want to get angry, I want to say things that will bite as deep into your pain as you've bitten into mine. I feel it simmering and boiling as I hold my words back, focus my hands on the dishes, make myself be gentle, force my mouth to be soft. Some things slip out, my control is not perfect. But I can be happy that they are quietly said, not meant to hurt. I only ask that you don't test it. Don't push me. Don't keep talking. Leave me be to let go of the anger you've sown. I know it's my fault it had a chance to sprout in my breast, but I need some peace to uproot it, I can't do it with you shouting at me. I need to finish so that I can escape to my room and give these feelings to my Savior. For I would far, far rather give them to Him, to His understanding, let them be swallowed in His atonement, then allow them to widen the hurt between us.

Blinds

It's not my fault they hang that way,
Broken, bent and torn.
The kitty-cats have paved their way
To the window-sill worn.

Yes, it's the moment you've ALL been waiting for!

Every day in May is BACK!!!!! Okay, yeah....it's the fourth.....I forgot, okay??? But it's here, and it's awesome! So to kick off this month, here's your poem!


Homebound

Lights flicker by
My close-lidded eye
As we all swiftly fly
Through the deep and rainy night
And I sleep, though swift is our flight
In our vehicle silvery-white