Friday, December 28, 2012


Last night
I walked in on
death at my friend Polar Bear's wake,
i turned around and left,
Fiddled my hair a lot,
Why do people call it a resurrection
when the person is dead?

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Sometimes By Sheenagh Pugh

Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from Bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost, green thrives, the crops don't fail,
sometimes, a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they cannot leave some stranger poor.
Some men became what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow,
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

New Hampshire By Howard Moss


When the loons cry,
The night seems blacker,
The water deeper.
Across the shore:
An eyelash-charcoal
Fringe of pine trees.


The lake reflects
Indefinite pewter.
And intermittent thunder
lets us know.
The gods are arriving,
one valley over.


After the long
Melancholy of the fall,
One longs for the crisp
Brass shouts of winter-
The blaze of firewood,
The window's spill
of parlor lamplight
Across the snow.


Flaring like a match
Dropped in a dry patch,
One sunset tells
the spectrum's story.
See the last hunter's
Flashlight dim
As he hurries home
To his lighted window.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Hair Standing Moments on Highway 51 (A Fiction In Imagination), police car

Red lights flash,
Police cars pull
on right shoulder
of the road,
High way 51,
groups of birds
icy cold air,
broken arms,
bloody hands,
the earth orbits,
the time runs,
passengers in the bus
close their eyes,
shutting out
hair standing
It is good
that nobody
is dead!
Safe driving
is key.

someone believe that:
police = Jing ' Cha, wonderful names...

Sunday, November 18, 2012

The Hinge of Spring by Kay Ryan

The jackrabbit is a mild herbivore
grazing the desert floor,
quietly abridging apring,
eating the color off everything.
Rampant-height or lower.
Rabbits are one of the things
Coyotes are for. one quick scream,
a few quick thumps,
and a whole litter area,
shoots up blue and orange clumps.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Raindrops of Words

Oval face, thin lips,
Far-sighted black eye pools shine,
Innocence to dine.
Cold wind, whinning mind,
Hearts filled with sunflower deed,
Dream 4 star-lit ray.
Poetry books, pages,
concrete or soft words, ages,
Friendship, Facebook, fun!

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Leaves In Autumn By Major M. M. Wittmair

Leaves fall from the trees;
Winds start blowing cold;
Shadows getting longer,
People feeling old...
Clouds are high in heaven,
Leaves fall to the ground;
Mice and ants go hiding,
Birds are southward bound...
Skies now fully covered,
Clouds are hanging low;
Leaves build fluffy carpets,
Covered soon by silent snow...
Flakes descending, silent,
Earth is wearing white;
Trees are standing naked,
Leaves are out of sight...

Saturday, November 3, 2012

We Need A Real Recovery, Who Can Help? Romney or Obama?

Unexpected natural disasters hurt,
It is not about risks or stormy power,
It is about fate, or plight,
That's defined by fortune,
and illustrated by thread bound to us,
A violent and stormy weather
produces homeless populations,
plus huge losses in properties,
business operations,
men and women turn powerless
and cannot be able to think in one single way,
Dark, cold,
Pale, Sallow,
These cannot be false,
as far as my eyes can see,
I see distress, silent screams.


Three Word Wednesday. 3WW CCCI  False, Illustrate, Sallow

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Haiku on Stoat

Stoat, animal eater,
Haunts, kills, swallows, and digests,
The process is rare.
Go hidden day time,
Wander about the woods at night,
Lots of preys in sight.
Life goes in cycles,
Stoat eats raw meat, no defeat,
What cold blood sucker.
He could die, so soon,
If he chooses to give in,
He is tiger, boom!, Stoat

Tuesday, October 23, 2012


Doubts keep forming a shadow
in my mind, I
wish to know why.
At times they block my sight
and make me hide
or cry.
Words swell and expand
like petals from a rose,
emotions run dry,
then wet,
At the speed of a thunder storm,
Life is a soap opera
that drags our heart strings
in depth.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Resting Place By Noel Kyra Lanier

The bird in her heart
thrust itself
strongly toward the sky,
Towering wind to its head
arranged for the nice trunk
of the willow tree.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Rain Off The Chestpain In Human Relation!



when worries and troubles our tempers
raise and careless remarks brings us moments
of pain,
there is balm to our spirit, like words
of encouragement in poetry, as we walk pass
drips of cold, petty rain.
It's an ease to one's emotional burdens and
doubts are replaced by hope, the day springs
The clean air admits far version and
the tears of the Angels have altered all
matters to offer insights pure.