Is it truly bliss? Going about your life Not knowing what goes on around you? Or is it a hassle, Realizing how little you know? Ask and you shall receive! Now, getting information is easier than ever! Content yourself with what you know. Everything can be learned in time. The prompt for today's post … Continue reading Ignorance in Acrostic form
Saint Patrick's Day has arrived Let us all give out a cheer For our souls may be revived When we break out all the beer We'll eat corned beef and cabbage As we sing of Irish Eyes Today will not be average As we don our green disguise We'll talk about leprechauns Hoarding gold … Continue reading Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
In her kitchen, the cabinets were pink Like, hideous, Pepto-Bismol pink That reminded me of sickness But her presence gave it life In her kitchen, cookies were baked Fried pies and blackberry cobblers Were consumed by our greedy mouths Before they’d had a chance to cool In her kitchen, stories were told Lessons … Continue reading In Her Kitchen
They ride broken trails over and over As they search for something special- the Hidden gems beneath strange mountains That resonates with ancient songs of People long since forgotten- the Echoes of their last full moon Still ring out from the peak, down Into willing hearts and minds- the Memories of that golden valley Shining … Continue reading The Golden Shovel of Eldorado
Monsters in the eyes of men Who haunt these hallowed halls Chanting out a false amen While the angels start to fall Who haunt these hallowed halls Where demons dare not tread While the angels start to fall From their heavenly bed Where the demons dare not tread Nor speak of what’s arrived From its … Continue reading A Pantoum of Shadows
(Lights up. A modest kitchen with yellow cabinets, white walls, a fridge, a stove, and a sink with a window above it. Yellow and white curtains frame the window, and there’s an island in the middle of the stage with two bar stools. Various nick-knacks make this a well-lived in area. A large, plain box … Continue reading Bombs Away: a Play in One Act
My precocious dog meanders Down in the myleio She hops and plops and ganders At all the dumps of snow Her fur is long and panders To the children down below My loblolly dog is barking Between the night and day Her leash is made of sparks As she does her best to … Continue reading A Made-Up Poem about a Dog