Here you will find my writing in verse – some silly, sad, soulful and sometimes simply descriptive of what I see around me.
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DINING IN SIN
“Mommy has to go potty,”
That’s what I tell my kids.
Then, I quietly grab an ice cream
While they’re watching vids.
I casually saunter off
And make my get-away –
And into the bathroom will I go,
And there I plan to stay.
Gleefully, then,
I shut the door –
Turn the lock
And try once more
To see if they can
Get right in.
I feel like I’m
Committing SIN,
But I don’t care –
I dive right in.
My “Forbidden Fruit”
Tastes amazingly Great!
It was definitely worth
The torturous week-long wait.
No more kids around.
Not a one in sight –
As I take each
Guilty, delicious bite.
And just right when I really think
I’m hidden away and Free –
From on the other side,
Two voices call to me.
One determinedly rattles the knob
On that great big door,
While the other scratches and snuffles
At the opening on the floor.
Then comes a knock,
Or two (or ten) or three –
There’s Nowhere I can go –
Nowhere left to flee.
There’s nowhere
For me to go –
Nowhere that is,
That they won’t KNOW.
Mommy, what are you
Doing in there?
Washing your hands?
Brushing your hair?
“I’m just in here for a little bit”
I call out as I anxiously sit –
Now hurriedly slurping
Every melting bit.
Mommy, Mommy,
Can you come out?
Begs one desperate
Little sprout.
Piteous howling and crying,
The like you’ve never heard,
Comes from beyond that door
(Oh my word.)
So much sighing,
Moaning, and whining,
While I’m in here
Guiltily dining.
Quietly, and very silently,
I finish that last little bite –
And then make very, very sure
My mouth I efficiently wipe.
Then, “I want ONE!”
They both yell
From other side,
Clear as a bell.
A MAGICAL WORLD
The world is a lovely, magical place,
If we just look and see,
Hiding by the wayside
Waiting for you and me.
Peek into a flower,
Follow a bumble bee,
Whatever it is you look for,
That is what you will see.
ROSES WHITE, ROSES RED
a retelling in verse of an Old Tale
Sherry West
Roses white
And roses red,
A raven’s wing
To crown her head.
Eyes like sky,
Skin like snow,
Lips of crimson –
Cupid’s bow.
Three drops of blood
Fall on snow –
Red on white –
Who could know?
The gentle queen
Fell down dead…
Her babe lived on,
It was said.
Eyes of sky,
Hair of night,
Cupid’s bow,
Cheeks so bright.
Laughter fills
Palace walls,
Echoing through
Heavy halls.
Song of birds
On the air –
Lilting, lovely
Everywhere.
Slender as
the reed does grow,
A maiden dancing,
Musicians bow.
New Queen arrives
With the years.
No more singing,
Only tears.
Golden as
The day is bright –
Heart of stone –
Maiden’s flight.
Into the dark,
and the green,
Flees the tender one
unseen.
Through the leaves,
Through the night,
Moon and stars
Watch her flight.
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Light and dark,
Night and day,
Upon the icy ground
She lay.
Ever onward,
Ever she pressed
In thread-bare gown
And weary breast.
OF SPLENDID SUNFLOWERS
What do Splendid Saffron Sunflowers know
Of Suffering & Shaded Sorrow
Whose Shining, Gilded faces turning –
Greet the Sun King in the ‘Morrow?
One Thousand Ten Thousands abide in Green –
Hidden in Grasses tho’ still Seen –
Gently sway by Autumn’s Breeze
While Sailing ‘pon the Em’rald Seas.
Petals Gold, slightly curled
Spread their palms out – Unfurled –
Encircled Spheres, faces – Dark –
Gazing steadily, Embark
& closely Follow
The Royal path & the Swallow
Flutters, darts ‘twixt Stem & Leaf –
Lightly lingers, stays cooled Beneath.
Gossamer wings, of Pale & white
Silhouette ‘gainst blue & Bright
Pirouette in frantic Swirling rings
Whilst nearby Cricket chirping, Sings
Th’ Shining Orb arcs Azured expanse
Briefly rests, then Casts a Glance
At the Beloved Retinue
In their Crowns of Golden Hue.
HAPPY ART FOR A HAPPY HEART! 