Baby Night Whispers

Waiting, whispering
wild wings catch the warm moonlight
breeze during sleep.

Quiet the hunter
guards blossoming, fledgling dreams
adding silver lines.

Protect the sleepy
hatchling, nestled close to home,
nature's living hearth.

Watchful guardians
nudge gently to life towards
white, wide, waiting worlds.

Catch, descry, get
an earful of every word
whispered gently near.

Screech, howl, scream, loud yells,
thoughts and visions to the world,
share living beauty.

Shopping List Exercise - Enjoy

"Way Out There with only some Gold Bond Powder to Spare"

cottage cheese
rice
cinnamon
gold fish
gold bond powder
make-up remover
burritos
lemi-shine
graham crackers
mydol

"Don't forget the gold bond powder at the store," Rick said as I walked out the door.

I rolled my eyes. I had just bought him gold bond powder two weeks ago. What was he using it on? I had to ask myself as the vein in my forehead began to throb. It was time to grab my shopping list for cottage cheese, cinnamon and apples and run over to Smith's.

Before I forgot, I grabbed my pen out of my purse, leaned over to the counter and penciled gold bond on the bottom of my list. It wouldn't be the first time I had walked into the store and bought fruit instead of my list requiring a second trip to the store.

I drove over. There were no spaces. I ended up in the Blockbuster parking lot. I had to walk a half a mile just to get to the store.

I spotted a golden-haired, glittery-skinned women at my first stop, the fruit department. How weird.

"Do you know where the rice is?" she asked me tiredly then shot me with a liquid shot of mydol, at least that's what it said on the shot. It knocked me out but not before my head fell and crushed the graham crackers I'd dropped on the floor right before I started going down.

When I woke up I was surrounded by perfect, shiny people in a large room with what looked like Peppermill Farms Goldfish crackers that kept swimming around on the walls.

They offered me a burrito. "We found these at your store. Would you like one?" They asked curiously.

I rolled over and shuddered in horror. It was still frozen.

What I wouldn't give for make-up remover and another shot of Mydol right now. Their shininess was starting to bore into my brain like a lead weight. A little bit of lemi-shine might help, maybe?

I grabbed the buy closes to me and started rubbing his hand. He smiled and grabbed my hand in return and began to rub it the same way. I was rubbing his. He was still shiny. Good heavens. I needed sunglasses stat.

"She isn't very shiny. What's wrong with these people? If we can't get them to shine very soon we will have to destroy their planet."

"Double the gold bond bond powder Rick has been feeding her," The man holding my hand said. "We want to make sure they don't glow. If they don't we can have their planet."

"If you don't let me go, I will destroy your ship." I said.

I spit out the gold bond they were feeding me, added some make-up remover and lemi-shine, placed it by the fuel cells. Lit the fuse and blew the ship up.

I escaped in a pod, went back home, and strangled my Rick with gold bond powder.

Since I couldn't go anywhere after I strangled Rick I wrote a poem:

The gold fish swam lazily back and forth
in the lemi-shine and water in my sink.
It hadn't eaten the cottage cheese and borscht
that was floating on top and at at the brink
of it's tank. I removed it, swallowed a Midol,
sponged out make-up remover and began to scrub.
I sprinkled gold bond powder to dry it,
then wiped it all off, rinsed it and poured it in the tub.
I put the gold fish back in clean and shiny water
and boiled up rice and microwaved a burrito
crushed up some graham crackers, some apples,
some cinnamon, and microwaved halibut so
you could eat, and I could clean the mess
that you left outside the tank.
I powdered your lips and bandaged
your wound and into your big water you sank.

Pumpkin

Round, orange, glowing orbs
staring,sitting,welcoming
from my waiting porch.

grandpa

rough, prickly beard,
licorice/wintergreen treats,
numberless hugs and
30 steps away
'til 1995.

then you were gone,
still here, but not.
i missed you,
the you that went
someplace else.

the busy, always
moving, sometimes
gruff man,
who talked to
my brother and me
and my grandma,

and then you
were gone again.

she misses you
and feels bad.
she thinks she
killed you, like
I did my dog;

but you were already gone.

Tiger

Paths that lead to nowhere and everywhere.
A tiger runs down with quiet feet,
my son walks slowly, ponderously.

Be with me, for a moment, part of my world.

Dead stalks slowly become green again,
Dry heat, wet droplets, daffodil perfume,
invite me to travel down the path, no guide.

I fall up through the blue clouds.
I am alone and joined,
to the flowers, the dirt, the air,
yet still and alone my heart breaks free.

Only I wander through these paths,
watching my son, the tiger, my life.

Ocean

Your problem is vast
and where is your head?
on the tiny grain cast
by your feet, in your bed
after you took your shoes off,
but not your socks
that tracked sand on the way
from the beach and the rocks.

Silly Angry Poem 2

I swear the times
I wander through
the wake of mind
left behind you
the more I find
how little you knew.

Silly Angry Poem 1

You're the best.
I do regret
knowing you more,
you pretentious bore.

You just have to love it. Nothing for months and then a ton in one night. I'm finally caught up. Please don't shun me on facebook. Ann:)

Es 5 por la mañana,
el mundo es callado y solo,
las subidas de sol encima del alféizar,
como respiro el primer aliento de la mañana,
permita que mí agarrar el espíritu del alba y la esperanza de la tierra en mis palabras.

It is 5 in the morning,
the world is quiet and alone,
the sun rises above the windowsill,
as I breathe the first breath of the morning,
let me catch the spirit of the dawn and the hope of the earth in my words.

Erotica

I am the only woman for you
deep at the very core of you
your heart pumps the essence
of me through your body, into
your fingertips, through
my skin and back to me.

You're the only man for me.
I cannot separate you from me.
The essence of you bleeds from
me, curling and yearning
for a taste. Craving,
throbbing, through

my throat to my tongue
into your mouth, to your heart.

My dear friend
You wander through life
In a maze.

Quiet and alone
Sad to the end I watch
The sun rise and set.

And then it was over....
It had never begun....
Somehow there was pain
In that moment before,
Work that fed into something
Larger and difficult.

I had the result,
A baby? A paper? A dog? Death?
All that paperwork
And then it was over.
What did it bring?

Changing

Waiting, leaping into adulthood,
wishing youth is forever,
not knowing easy and fast isn't good,
independence, vibrancy life.

Birthing, beginning, babies and families,
smelling fear,
it all starts out easy,
all at once your life starts there.

Borrowing, begging for success,
deaf world ignores your plans,
finances are such a mess,
making ends meet.

Fighting, screaming with yourself,
learn to love your chosen heart,
sometimes desire with someone else,
comes between the ones you raised.

Crying, working, to understand,
Worth it?
The answer isn't dying,
It's existence.

Under The Harvest Moon - Carl Sandburg

I have this posted in my cubicle. Every time I read it, I envision it. I think it's great. I chose it as my first poem for Carl S.

Under the Harvest Moon
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.

Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

Whole

I love you.
My young dreams were about you,
full grown and whole.
You had an easy future where
you were
swift and smart, and whole and mine,
and though,
what you have become is so much more,
I mourn
the loss of your innocence
and mine.

Bending Edna

He is neither brown nor black
And he never will be all mine;
He learned his hands on a machine's back
And his mouth on a long ago valentine.

He has less hair than he needs,
In the sun 'tis no woe to him or me.
And his voice sings deep as a frog in the reeds
or like whale song vibrating from the sea.

He loves me all that he can
And his ways to my ways resign;
But he was not made for any single woman
And he never will be all mine.