Poetry Week Two 2025

Welcome to week two’s contribution to your reading options. Please show appreciation in the best way you know how. I can offer suggestions if needed.

Day 5

After Me

What if they struggle after me?

What if they suddenly can’t see

The world as bright or as sweet? 

What if they can’t avoid deceit

Because I only want them to know love?

Terrors that moms think of

As we prepare angels to live

In a world more take than give

So before you steal or cheat or go wild

Remember each person is a mother’s child 

Day 6

Don’t React

Don’t act, don’t blink, don’t laugh

That ever so nervous laugh 

That can give it all away

Just bite that tongue, nothing to say 

Ugly girls aren’t meant for this

Unwanted interest, this stolen kiss 

Fending off hands that want to roam

Who invited you into my home

Maybe all the ugly isn’t vested in me

Send him away, leave me be

Day 6.5

My hobbit brain wanted another short take, so:

Short

Keep it short, keep it brief 

Keep your sad, keep your grief 

Day 7

Intensity

Will they, won’t they?

The cliff stands near

What will they say?

What will we hear?

Did they, do they?

How did we miss it?

Wait another day

Did he kiss it?

Why her, why him?

It could have been me

But someone’s whim

Forged different intensity

Day 8

Love Lost

It starts as a fire

Sparked in the heart

Sometimes desire

Turns to torn apart 

Love is to blame

For turning two to one

But it becomes bad flame

When it comes undone 

What once united

Now tears asunder 

One once knighted

Is wave pulling under

So how do we hold on

To love and keep it growing 

For if it is gone

We may regret its knowing

Day 9

Inspired

Splashes of paint on canvas

This is art

I am art

Famous in imperfection

Perfected by the eyes

Of the beholder 

Day 10

Numbered

They numbered us and let us go

Watching for what we would sow

But quickly forgot our real name

Being numbered is not the same

As being loved, being known

We know of no love greater shown 

Than one who knows our inner hearts

And never, from us, departs

Day 11

Choose

In the moment, we must choose

Will we win or will we lose 

Who are we now, who to become

Are we a part or the final sum

Do we let abuse or love

Tell us what we hope of

Do we seek deep inside our soul

And find there a deeper role 

Some are better through nurture

While others blame faults on nature

Poetry Week One [POETRY]

So I promised you poetry and poetry you shall have. One of my muses, who thinks she is a comedian, thinks I should dedicate the whole month to putting down my snafu with instagram. But who wants to read about my annoyance at being rejected by a platform I wasn’t too keen on joining anyway since it is a distraction from the real work of writing? One of you wants that kind of sadomasochistic poetry, I’m sure. PM me and we can discuss pricing on me writing those just for you. In the meantime, enjoy the following pieces of poetic endeavor.

DAY -1

Keep Close

Keep close to what is most dear

To the truest voice, bend your ear

Keep close to who you were born to be

See beyond what mere mortals see

Keep close to promises you’ve made

Remember the greatest price ever paid

Keep close enough to hear the word

That rescues all who’ve heard

DAY 1

Best Versus Worst

These times were the absolute best

So we cherish them above the rest

But other days prove to be the worst

These aren’t memories we seek first

And if we read of ancient lore

We may miss those days of yore

Lest they speak of a rolling head

Or criers who bellow, “bring out your dead”

Pick a memory and find it sweet

Or choose the opposite and find defeat

For the very best of times

Can fall away to the worst crimes

DAY 2

From Here

From where I’m sitting, the world looks grey

And no one hears what I say

Hidden in this castle of glass

Waiting for these times to pass

But all it takes is one rock to shatter

This world that doesn’t matter

From over here, I can not see

That there is more to reality

DAY 3

Moon

Rise above this earth

Shine on me

Golden midnight moon

DAY 4

Unexpected

We buckle down and clean every morn

Waiting for all our trials to be bourn
By a maid we can finally afford

But what will I find once my hoard

Has been organized by my own hand

Another mess that I never planned

So I go back in and shift the mess

But no matter how often, it is never less

Welcome Back [RANT]

So I have entered the realm of instagram. Shout out to anyone who ended up here from there. A bigger hurrah to my long term readers. I am sorry I have neglected you lately. I need to make time to write when my muse feels like sharing, but her favorite time to share is when my eyelids have that itchy feeling they get when they just want to be pressed together. I could try recording my thoughts or using voice to text, but then the rest of my household will come running to see what I am murmuring about in the darkness. That will result in less sleep for me, which can’t possibly resolve the issue.

Of course, the insta-road like most I travel has had some missed turns and unexpected u-turns. A couple of days after joining Instagram, they suspended my account. Apparently my affection for Spock and Data and lack of posting led them to believe I was a bot. As of this moment, I am back on the gram (with a square of chocolate and a melty marshmallow), so feel free to find me, follow me, and support me.

I do wonder if Instagram’s temporary rejection of my reality was their version of support. I did have another writer friend encourage me to spend more time on my own personal projects than my feeble attempts to network and advertise and my ongoing assessments of the works of others, which requires reading and, as a fellow writer, just shows some respect by giving reviews and feedback.

In other news, April is coming up fast. As usual, I plan to follow along with the inspiring prompters at Writer’s Digest, so fans of my poetic stylings should be gratified.

And for those who are like, none of this is anything new to normal people. I offer this discovery from my amateur archeology as I seek something to write:

TO TOXIC FRIENDS

I’d stick by you through thick and thin

But you’d just betray me again

So when you walk away, keep going

I know the foolish feint you’re doing

But if you are fool enough to set me free

My life will be as it should be

As yours comes crashing around your ears

No more harness helping me assuage your fears

So swing loose, swing free

And let go of your hold on me