When Will I Grow Up? “When will I grow up?” She asked of the sky And the sky gazed down “Oh, my dear child,... Read More
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… on now that I can’t have it, I want it (a poem)
Oh where, oh where, is that new fallen snow? The stuff of romance, of winter’s big show The fluffy soft white stuff, that blows to... Read More
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… on a poem about a christmas bear
Pulled from the boxes down below To perch among the mistletoe And window lights, with their soft glow The season’s gifts, you’ll help bestow.... Read More
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… on a poem for the ages, er…. age-ed
Mental-Pause I’m hot then not and then I’m freezing I sense my moods might not be pleasing I threaten lives, limbs; mind a’ seizing And in... Read More
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… on rent-dodging birds
Fall’s falling quickly, warmth it ceases Folks starting to break out their fleeces It’s time for all these northern geeses To break their landlord’s hearts and... Read More
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… on an early chilly fall morning
Early chilly morning fall With just a speck of red Thoughts of comfy socks and fires Are dancing in my head Colors coming quickly... Read More
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… fulfilling a few requests, joy angels
Monty, our grand old Bernese Mountain Dog (and a widely acknowledged good boy), died six months ago. And, in the early morning hours of... Read More
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… on sparkle hunting
Cool sails quiet on ocean air Fog grips the coves and inlets where The sun is veiled in Maine’s embrace Those ‘from away’ softly despair.... Read More
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… on joy angels
Joy Angels I sat still, in the waiting room My old dog at my feet Another tear had made its way Haltingly down my... Read More
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… on a poem for a new england winter
Chunking Our Way Through A New England Winter (or, “Screw You Mother Nature” (you can pick your title because this is one of those new... Read More
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… a poem of gratitude, for the ‘chore’ of christmas cards
My memory is of a table Upon it, colorful Christmas cards I lick the stamps because I’m able As Mom writes her holiday regards.... Read More
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… a poem for my new friend. death becomes her.
The Undertaker’s Rose My new friend wears a great expression Not sadness, anger, nor depression You’d have to offer your concession That ‘happy’ is... Read More