Storms have prevailed within my life And brought me to the shore Daughter wants me closer But, what future is in store Stable, independent A 'Sixth Dimension' Soul Consumed by the perspective This current state, a goal Yet, not stubbornly persistent Just the height to...
What’s true, what’s new might ask A shift and turn of my pen Releasing the glue Of pain on review Helps me begin, again and again *2 9/16/20 #9 The title implies an attempt to be without resistance.
A client (Taylor Martin, WD Martin's grand-daughter) invited me to her wedding. At the time I had a lot of everyday stuff stored in my shed for use in my home and business. . . Toilet paper, paper towels, quart and gallon size Ziplock bags, room sanitizer, plastic...
[Preface: This poem is me attempting to lend poetic support to my daughter. She had hurt her right foot, the little toe specifically. Since I see everything as a message, I was trying to help heri receive an understanding of what message was attempting to be...
Preface: Not a hundred percent sure about the inspiration of this poem, although I think it had to do with our first born. She was working at reinventing her life. Going through a divorce, hanging out at mom’s until she found her wings to fly. This must have been the...
I am asked and ask myself What about a man Is there one in your life Or, do you have an active plan? When a client soft confides in me A marriage most divine I find in me a jealousy The likes of which I hide Someone to make over me Wouldn't it be nice But weighed...
God, nature, parents, provide the mix Enlivened DNA Bringing Spirit earthbound Sperm becoming human clay Myself, my children, husband All getting here the same Myths might tell us otherwise Like Ole' Saint Nic's long fame (*1) The road or path we follow To get us...
A barber ... and a stylist With transformation on my mind A head of hair, a Universe Intricately intertwined A voice echoing from the Bayou Engaged wholeheartedly In a war semantically conceived A ghost of obscurity World War II my father saw Returned he from the...
Embodying history For two thousand years A little bit of weight (*1) Me, always shifting gears A daughter, lover, mother wife Sometimes, a little whore (*2) Learning and discarding Always wanting more (*3) Analytic observation A little OCD Cause, affect, chaos, calm...
Ideas flooding in To occupy my mind It's hard to sort them out A starting point to find The prejudice of language Like a two-edged sword One may hear you clearly Another, no accord 'Course, the words are incidental As up-bringing has its sway We hear through our...
As I lay her, wanting to die I see within my mind's eye There my car upon the rack There stands the mechanic with his jack Does it only require a change of oil Or will it's needs lead to greater toil I wonder if it's serious Or, will the small maintenance charge make...
Preface: I'd see these poetry contests and eventually realized someone wanted to publish a book, so they'd get dummies to write a poem and submit it, then for $25. or $40. you could buy their book. The author then would be pumped with evidence that they were...
Within the role of motherhood Preoccupied at best By a Spirit unsatisfied With role-models under stress Overwhelming contradictions And emotions unfulfilled Caused the endless searching In a heart and mind unskilled The shadow self of failings Bringing everything to...
[The following poem was written to Blue Feather, a customer. We had shared the fact that we both wrote poetry, he brought in a couple to share.] Your poetry unlocks the mystery Of what's inside of you The 'who-dat' boy and man Revealed in worded clues. . . Thankful. ....
Your father’s death, my birth (*1) In the Garden all alone The value I’d attained with you (*2) In your silence fully shown A Spirit Mother in life’s shadow Seeing the greatness that was there Discontented from a world’s perspective (*3) But who said life’s fair...
Life lessons and development A long, rocky road Decisions of circumstance A heavy ol’ load The man I called ‘husband For twenty-three years passed A sense of loss and joy (*1) For the shadows once cast (*2) Tough, strong, vulnerable Too proud to be wrong Three...
Three nights from the beginning Unintentionally marking time A clock that ticks me awake Loses its battery, each nights design Glancing as I passed the stool Holding pieces toward control A context began to play About history on a roll Personal more than social A...
The people that you know With whom you interact Affect you in so many ways Impact is hard to track With an influence that’s subtle Or a phenomenal impact We never ever know In my life seems a fact For instance, just this afternoon I missed an airplane flight Met a...