Thursday, April 30, 2009

Sky Watch Friday: Peek-A-Boo

The sun plays
Hiding behind the trees
And leaping
Towards you

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Wednesday, April 29, 2009


This entry was posted up for Write Up Cafe. If you enjoy poetry, short stories, and other creative pieces, you should check this blog out.

How long are your words
The size of a hand breadth
Stretching long like the horizon
On the coldest of sunsets
Sweetened in cinnamon
Or laced with malice
Do I detect
A hint of sadness
This is madness
Coy, cuddly words
Tugging at your lips
You think I am silenced
By your tongue
Your syllables kiss
Before they hiss
A liar awaiting
The wandering fist

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Poetry A-Z

I wanted to try something new this week with an entry I'd like to call Poetry A-Z.

I am fascinated with alliteration and decided to invent a little game using two or more stressed syllables in the same word group.

Today is the Letter A. If you feel creatively inspired, try one yourself. The possibilities of words are endless.

Adorably audacious
Acting alluringly
Agile attempts
At acrobats
Across Appalachians
Arias atonement
Adapting adolescence

Monday, April 27, 2009


I am renewed by the love of others
Awakened by the light of God's sun
Embraced by the mighty winds
Enchanted by the grass against my feet
Intrigued by the mysteries of vast, blue seas
Inspired by the clouds flying in the heavens
Tickled by the laughter that surrounds me
Connected with the feet that travel with me
Inclined to the words they whistle
Mesmerized by the night sky
Till the soothing solace of sleep greets me

Sunday, April 26, 2009


This week's Acrostic Only challenge is the word Confinement.

Consenting to coiling chains
Oppressive measures
Negate free spirits
Finding their destinies
Inclined to shame and blame
Needlessly bleeding and dying
Empty and devoid of
Musical inspiration or inclination towards
Enlightened paths guiding
Nimble spirits in flight
Tightened under the shadow of fear

Saturday, April 25, 2009

The Reaper (Pt III)

When Kadin's mother woke him early, they were for the purposes of doing manual labor: chopping wood, mowing the lawn, or walks on long shopping errands. But this morning awakened a strange suspicion in his gut. Why, he did not know. He sensed someone was coming. He envisioned them peeking into his window and invading his space. Were they mere dreams or premonitions? He laughed within himself and rocked back to sleep. His mother tapped his overgrown body but he didn't stir.

"Wake up," his mother boomed and his body awakened to a sudden earthquake.

"Dress nicely. We have a visitor today," his mother commanded. These words possessed a familiar echo in his ear. She recited those words the day his father left. He refused to stir from his bed.

"Get up now," she shouted. "Stop shuffling your feet. You must be ready for the visitor."

"I remember the last visitor," her son lashed back and the words cut her cheek.
"Ungrateful boy. I have given you everything in life. Your father chose to leave." She watched her son shrink to the size of a mouse and scurry about the house like a servant.

She wanted to hug and kiss him but what could she say? She regretted selling the land too. She thought she did right by her family. She could not foresee its utter destruction. All these thoughts she kept to herself because he was young and angry. An excuse, an apology, was too late of an offering now.

Kadin's feet grew heavier with every step. His heart rose from his chest and leapt like a frog. He was anxious to see the visitor. Would the rugged frame of his father walk through those doors?

Friday, April 24, 2009

Simply Snicker Challenge #6

This week's Simply Snicker Challenge includes the words beast, bless, and bold. The accompany photograph is Eugene Delacroix's Turk Stroking his Horse

White beauty
Gliding against
The sands of time
Wind tussling against
The curves in her line
Blessed like clouds
So wide and divine
Bold like thunder
Commanding the sky
The earth at her feet
She is more than mere beast
A foal in the dawn
Bolting towards destiny

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Sky Watch Friday: Catching Sunset

My eyes caught
The embers of sunset
A fiery cloud
Sailing past me

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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Meme Prompt: Crazy 8's

Septembermom from My Voice, My View tagged me to play the following game. I am going to call it Crazy 8's : )

8 Things I Am Looking Forward To
1. Summer days
2. A relaxing vacation
3. Seeing old friends
4. Completing my novel
5. Beach outing
6. Attending a baseball game
7. Wearing a summer dress
8. Doing absolutely nothing : )

8 Things I Did Yesterday
1. Headed to work
2. Chatted with train friends
3. Sipped green tea at Dunkin Donuts (trying to keep it healthy)
4. Dissected contestants on American Idol
5. Watched an episode of Fringe (so freaky!!!)
6. Caught a bit of the Yankees game (we won)
7. Read some of my friends blogs
8. Exhausted, I hit the bed and fell asleep

8 Things I Wish I Could Do
1. Fly (wouldn't that be amazing?) If not, I'll settle for skydiving
2. Skiing down icy slopes effortlessly
3. Travelling around the world in a hot air balloon!
4. Interview fascinating and exciting people
5. Run a marathon
6. Have a Jungle Book experience and live with the animals
7. Win a hot dog eating contest
8. Have an encounter with God face to face

8 Shows I Watch
1. 24 (Jack Bauer is awesome)
2. American Idol
3. The Office
4. House
5. Sports (I guess that counts : )
6. Top Model
7. The Tudors (a new favorite)
8. Animal Planet

Here's the part where I am supposed to tag 8 people but I'm not one for tagging so I'll leave it up to you guys. Wanna play?? = )

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

She Waits No More

She waits for me no more
Tears stained upon the door
And I would be remiss
To send her a sweet kiss
Poor dear she won't forgive me
I lost her brown bear Libby

Monday, April 20, 2009


The Renaissance in me
Would love to muse
With poetic greats
Listen divinely to Langston Hughes
Dreams deferred...
We'd chew away the blues
Observe the pen of Phyllis Wheatley
Ink of fire so distinctly
Running over with Anne Bradstreet
Time alone would be our beat
Raptured in words by Emily Dickinson
Woven grace my soul does listen
I'd avoid the road less travelled
To walk the footsteps of written shadows
And cross the glorious halls of Shakespeare
We'd concoct a play of sordid affairs

Would I dare
Sprint from the poetic world
Of a Renaissance fair?

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Opportunity (To Taste)

This poem is for Acrostic Only, a fun and creative way to write poetry. My thanks to Nadege who featured it on her site. The word is opportunity.

Orange twang serenading the tongue
Parading on a summer solstice
Plotting a syrupy song
Overflowing like sugary
Rivers floating on
Tumultuous taste buds
Under the fragrance of bliss
Nothing replaces the
Illusions of artificial tryst
Touching the lips of
Your insatiable tongue

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Saturday, April 18, 2009

The Reaper (Pt II)

Though a rural girl of poor stature, the mother desired the things of the city life. She had an appetite for money and wealth, which drove her misdirected soul to sell the thing her husband admired above all else.

Now she lay at a crossroads with her son. Day by day, she saw her little one take steps from her. She watched him like a cloud drifting in the sky. Surely there must be a way to save him. She sought out the city life to rescue her son. She marveled at men parading around in pinstriped suits and speaking in tongues above her head. They would fashion the boy into a businessman. He'd have money growing from his fingertips, toiling at his desk all day. Yes, that would be his rightful living.

"So you want your boy to be a businessman," laughed the cowboy she sold her husband's land to.

"Yes sir," she answered amicably. "I come to you sir. You are the only man I trust and know."

"Does your son possess desire or an appetite for learning," the cowboy interrogated. He was sizing up the case he was taking on.

"I'm afraid he has no desire for business," she wailed. "He is a poor scholar and shows very little interest in academics." Fear and anxiety grew in her eyes. She prayed continually to God for the man to take her son.

"These are all strikes against him," the cowboy confessed and stroked his chin in thought. "Unless your boy possesses physical prowess. Is your child athletic?"

"Athletic? I am not sure. He is very strong though and tall. He has inherited the strength of his father."

The cowboy said no more but took of his hat and sat in a great revelry.

"I shall visit you shortly."

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Sky Watch Friday: Blankets in the Sky

Shaped like blankets
Fall like fleece
And cover me

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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Hidden Ambition

Written trails of the hidden ambition
Blazes across continents
And rises on its own conviction
History pauses at its conduct
Men bridle praise
They fall asunder
They can neither judge
Nor stand at its gate
So they wait
Upon their great ambitions

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Happy Days

How happy are the days we spend
A blissful retreat that never ends
The hours floating like great, blue skies
The memories which ties and binds
And hope that rises like a spring
And beckons both our lips to sing
One chapter ends, another opens
Our greatest adventures are never spoken

Monday, April 13, 2009

Child Eyes

Your eyes glean
A childlike curiosity
Flickering and dancing
Like a firefly beholding light
In ecstasy
Of the thing you possess
With child eyes

Sunday, April 12, 2009


I compiled a pantoum poem to express the power and joy of Easter Sunday. I hope you all enjoy it.

King of kings
We bow to thee
The Lord has risen
For all to see

We bow to thee
The stone rolled away
For all to see
Drawn by the light, we stay

The stone rolled away
And he appeared like fire
Drawn by the light, we stay
A heavenly embrace of power

And he appeared like fire
Our spirits awakened like dawn
A heavenly embrace of power
The skies above part for the holy one

Our spirits awakened like dawn
The Lord has risen
The skies above part for the holy one
King of kings

Saturday, April 11, 2009

The Reaper (Pt I)

Eleven years has passed since the sower abandoned the only place he called home. He did not write or seek his family out though occasionally, he rode by his old dwelling and spotted his children running like shadows in sunlight.

Years elapsed and days stretched long like the horizon. Yet, the memory of his father’s weary back, walking solemnly from his mother, burned like it was yesterday. Kadin blamed his mother for his father wandering into the abyss. His feelings were never verbalized but his mother sensed his anger from his quiet gaze.

He never spoke to his mother for he was an obedient and steadfast lad. He only shared his emotions with his sister Lilia. They lay stretched out on the earth with their feet pressed firmly together. A narrative floated to the heaven as each wondered aloud where there father could be.

It troubled their mother when her children sat lazily for hours at a time. She was also disturbed by the habits of their father rising up in them, especially in Kadin. Her son had taken a proclivity for digging and toiling in the sun; his hands absorbing the brown dirt. This was the love his father felt for earth, he imagined. This action made him closer to him. At times, he pictured his father stooping over him and directing his hands. Hold the soil this way, he said. Kiss the seeds and say a prayer. Kadin was astounded by his father’s wisdom. He was God’s gardener.

Something must be done, his mother thought lest her son bridle wild notions and seek out land to grow. She must save her son from such an unfortunate fate.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Sky Watch Friday: Silver Skies

The skies were stormy this week.

Silver skies illuminate
The foreboding storm
Clouds rise like a curtain
And rain tap dances
On the street below

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Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Simply Snicker Challenge# 5

This week's challenge includes the words blue, bright, and bring.

The accompanying painting is William John Leech's The Goose Girl (1910-1914)

She rises early on still pastures.
Against bright green blades
Her soul flutters with laughter
Soft flowers nestling
On their earthly beds
While dovetailed birds
Waddle against her legs
She brings her goods most dutifully
As the sky bleeds a vibrant blue
Her legs run joyfully

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Lazy Sleeper

Are you the lazy sleeper
That lounges on my windowsill
Eyelids closed upon the dawn
Stirring only when the wind
Carouses you
A menace to my flowerbed
You terrorize the birds
You've made enemies
With the squirrels
The world is a bowl of yarn
And your the cat's meow
Lazy sleeper

Monday, April 6, 2009

Meme Prompt: Response to Saadi

One of my friends from my other blogs decided it would be fun to give me a little homework. Goodie!!! Well, here goes.

What are your current obsessions?
Writing, blogging, making smoothies, and the Yankees

Which item from your closet are you wearing most often?
Black slacks (for work)

Last thing you bought?
Game card for an RP Game not to be named : )

What's for dinner?

Say something to the person who tagged you:
Thanks for the homework Saadi!!!

Favorite vacation spots:
The Beach…anywhere.

Vacation spots I must visit before I die:
Paris, France

Reading right now?
Ethan Frome…Will read the last Harry Potter Book (please no one spoil)

What is the last movie you saw and enjoyed? Rate it out of 5 stars.
Never Back Down (4 out of 5)

Guilty pleasure?
Chocolate, Youtube

Celebrity you want to meet right now:
Johnny Depp ( 100%)

Care to share some wisdom?
Strengthen and encourage yourself by reading scriptures or inspirational words

Name the last blog you visited before this one, on which you left a comment. (link and info please!)

My friend Floreta…

I forego tagging anyone but it was fun!!! Hey I didn’t say I was going to play by the rules Lol : )

Sunday, April 5, 2009


Undulate and flow
In the still dawn
Glistening in the moonlight
And settling upon the rooftops
Of the weary
Their secrets echoing
In dormant ears
Morning rustles her skirt
And they scatter

Saturday, April 4, 2009

The Sower (Pt IV)

The couple walked towards him and something suspicious itched in his bones. The stranger sported a rugged beard and was dressed in an egg white tee, blue jeans, and black boots. He took off his cowboy hat and bowed.

“This is my husband,” his wife spoke impatiently.

“Your wife here tells me you’ve experienced a terrible famine.” He made the statement in a very smug and authoritative tone.

“What business do you have here, friend,” the sower asked. He was not fond of the stranger but thought he owed him a bit of hospitality.

“I’m here to purchase land.”

“Land?” The sower choked on this word and glared at his wife. “But this is our home.”

“Oh no. Not this piece of cow manure,” the visitor chuckled. “Your wife says you have very fertile land out west. I’ve seen the place and I’d like to buy it.”

The sower groaned within himself. His wife sold the land he had toiled, sweat and watered in his tears. He watched the long, black locks of her hair morph into hideous snakes. She became a creature he detested.

Saying nothing else, the sower walked from the place he once called home. He did not stop to kiss the forehead of his children nor wipe the tears from their cheek. He did not embrace the poisonous one he called his wife. He watched the vines choke the white house and the home sink into the earth to be seen no more.
Will he return? His daughter asked.
Soon my child. Very soon…

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Sky Watch Friday: Blue Dreams

This shot of the sky was taken sideways with my camera phone.
I really enjoyed the effect:

Blue dreams
Flow into my consciousness
And undulate
Like still waters

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