Wednesday, June 30, 2010

We Two/ Dr. Seuss

We two, we like our Dr. Seuss
Our cats in hats
Green eggs and ham
Our rats named Pat
Mean legs in jam

We two, we like to sing and rhyme
Our swing in time
Our vowels in soups
Our howl in loops

We play all day
We sway in May
We play and sway in happy May

We wear our dots
Our dots and spots
Polka-dotted frocks
Clown noses and locks

We eat the moon
With bowl and spoon
We count our sheep
Before we sleep

Our book of words
March out like herds
Wise, old sage
Across our page
We two, we love our Dr. Seuss

Monday, June 28, 2010

Daddy's Hands (Thursday Tales)

Hi all,
This story is for Thursday Tales. The accompanying photo is Christians at DevianArt.

Jordan loved his daddy’s hands. They were large and brown like gloves. The baseball landed softly in his fingers. There were many evenings he played catch with his dad. Sometimes, he’d morph his hands into a giant swing and little Jordan soared up into the wind. He was like a kite drifting in daddy’s hands. On other days, daddy’s hands would grow funny and ticklish, sending Jordan into bursts of giggles. They were spry and feisty like ten finger people. He howled aloud and his daddy would stop.

There were days when daddy’s hands acted as a guide in the bustling crowd. Jordan couldn’t see his father’s smiling face but recognized his large hand tugging him forward. He was grateful that his daddy’s hands could heal. When Jordan scraped an elbow and knee, daddy’s hands knew how to stop the bleeding. He had a band aid in hand and a gentle touch. Most days daddy’s hands were filled with music. His fingers skipped along black and white keys. Jordan heard perfect harmony. He danced happily in daddy’s melody.

But what daddy shared above all was hands of love. Sometimes, it was a gentle pat upon his head. Jordan looked up and saw his father grinning. Or his arms would stretch out wide in a bear hug. His hands clasped tightly around Jordan, and he’d lift him with a squeeze.

Jordan missed those days with his father. But he gazed down at his own grown hands and witnessed the self-assurance of his father possessed him. He splashed his face with water and stared in the mirror. His father was beaming back at him.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Worship (Acrostic)

World dissolves in silence
Open is the heart
Rising to meet God
Singing thanksgiving and psalms
Heightened soul is roused
Illuminating light of spirit
Praise is a beautiful waltz

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Summer Solstice

The way the sun gazes down on me
His eyes hot and longing
To see me sprinting in a summer dress
Canary yellow and sweet like lemonade tea
Bare toes sleeping in the sand
Napping while my book drifts in the breeze
Blue waves cackle in uncharted seas
Summer scent attracts the bees
Endure the cool breath of fall
And the icy accent of winter's call
Now the sun holds me in his smile
Summer solstice I'm beguiled

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Three Haikus

Seeing Him makes me
Tremble, waiting for His love
Joy in His presence

Wings are perfect friends
Drifting towards the heavens
Blue earth is tiny

Closed eyes dream of life
Beyond darkened galaxies
Chase eternity

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Her Best

Hi all,

It's been a busy month, but I will be visiting you all soon. Here is a new poem from me:

She saved her best
Every ounce poured through her base
Her bosom sweet and red like wine
Face matchless in the ebony night
Ink drying beneath her lilac breath
Letter sealed in a butterfly kiss
Forever sailing in the wind

Her sweetheart roaring with a battle cry
He pressed her note against his chest
Bombs exhaling like shooting stars
Prayers fell like rain against his cheek
He held the memory of her
Weary soldier racing home

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Oubliette (O.S.I)

Hi bloggers,

This week's O.S.I. prompt is oubliette, a unique French word. I chose the poetic style rondelet to write this poem.

The dragon stirs
Venom skin and eyes midnight black
The dragon stirs
Her nostrils flail like hot lava
Thick tendrils gliding down her back
Dungeon walls tumbling with a crack
The dragon stirs

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Face the Music/ Second Chance (Acrostic)

Hi bloggers,

Usually I limit my acrostics to one per post but these two words come together in a unique way:

Foolish night of romance
Arresting his soft lips
Craving his new scent
Evening ushers in morning

Testing her boyfriend's faith
Hiding her seductive lapse
Erasing last night's tryst

Meandering through her phone
Undressed text and photos
Searing rage and pain
Intense drama suffocates her
Crushed heart slams door

Searching hugs and kisses
Emptying into new tomorrows
Coupled by his absence
Only atonement assuages time
Nodding on Cupid's arrow
Dressing his broken heart

Comprehending the night hour
Holding onto fading hope
Adding up her sweetness
Nestling her tearful cheeks
Calling her name meekly
Enduring embrace of love

Friday, June 4, 2010

June Jive

She came down with a fever
A case of the June Jive
Heat swept across her brow
Red peppers crushed along her spine
She felt tingly and strutted around bare
Her pink toes melting in the summer air
Her dress was like a butterfly sprouting wings
Off it flew in the wind and swam in the breeze

Naked in the cool stream drifting
Eyes dropping low like sunset
She spotted a fellow sporting fever
His back was brown and perspiring dew
Hot gaze tugged her body like a riverboat
Sailing limbs encircling the summer sun
Lips itching with a case of June Jive
Find a quenchable mate to pass the time

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Love (Haiku)

She is conscious of
The red aching in her heart
Rising up to love

Written for O.S.I.