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“Only vegetables are happy”


William Faulkner wrote “People need trouble – A little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. Artist do… only vegetables are happy.”

I thought about the last sentence in that quote and it served as inspiration for the following silly poem.

Only vegetables are happy.

I wondered, how would they know.

For that matter, how would we know?

How would it show?

Would cucumbers be sweeter somehow?

Is broccoli more pleased

simply by being greener?

Frankly, I don’t really care

if vegetables are happy or not.

l happen to love the lot.

So for the record

I write and am happy most of the time;

especially when my vegetables are roasted in a kabob, or

sprinkled with a little salt and pepper or simply stirred fried.

Image by moerschy from Pixabay


What the World Needs Now


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Walk mindfully today

Keeping your distance, yes

But only physically

We need each other more these days

The pain is overwhelming for many

it is the greatest reverse of fortune

even for the mighty and brave

Tomorrow’s journey is uncertain

So live today fully

Love passionately

Give genorously

Let gratitude be your daily mantra

Oh yes, and Breathe!

Look at the view!

Nature will be your teacher.

The trees have continued to bloom,

the birds continue to build their nests,

Unaware perhaps of our grave situation,

It is our opportunity today, right now

to watch and listen carefully

natural intelligence

will always prevail.

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A Deep Thought


I tried to unwrap a deep thought;

The kind that yells at you silently,

abruptly and honestly.

I wondered about all that is happening right now.

I explored all the what if questions.

They scared me at first.

Reality stepped up

and asked me a few questions

I could not dismiss.

Questions I knew I could not answer.

But, they opened my heart.

I know he is a human being,

not perfect by any measure. No one is perfect.

Then I wondered about this unique individual,

the self-proclaimed chosen one.

Does he sit alone somewhere and worry about life?

Does he cry in silence?

Who is it that really loves him?

Does he get scared?

When he is alone with only his conscience

does he forgive himself for the outrageous,

unbelievable, untruthful things he says.

My heart opened.

He is human.

I remembered scripture:

Hebrews 10:17

Then he says, “I will never again remember their sins and lawless deeds.”

I must believe that our humanity will prevail.

I must believe that this too shall pass.

I must believe that we are indeed all one.

We are all human;

We are one.

May God bless America.

Image by Peggy und Marco Lachmann-Anke from Pixabay

Last Call – Deadline extended 2/14/2020


I have received several poems to include in my new collection of poetry. Please indicate if you would be interested in having your poem or poems included before February 14, 2020. If selected payment will be one copy of the publication. Updates about this new endeavor will be posted. Happy writing!

Words I love


These are some of the words I truly love:

There’s gorgeous, grandiose, and green

then there’s soothe, silly, and savvy

and of course, omnipotent, and magnanimous

along with mini and mania,

but best of all are verbs

like kiss, kissing, and kissed.

These words I will forever miss.

Floating Kisses

What are your favorite words?

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Little Artist


All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once they grow up.” – Pablo Picasso

 

Little Artist

At four she knows art is a serious endeavor

She even said she wanted to be an artist forever

It’s in her DNA a proud grandpa decreed

Look at the great perspective!

She’ll be a great artist indeed.

 

Look at her choice of colors

her palette is unique

Just like her great big smile

Super Magnifique!

Her first exhibit made us all so proud

Her grandpa and grandma had to clap out loud.

Our little artist stands tall

in front of her art display

We took a picture to show everyone

and two minutes later

she told us she wanted to have some fun

and ran out to join her friends on the swings

now we are reminded

of something Picasso said,

“To draw you must close your eyes and sing.”

 

 

 

 

On Father’s Day – A Haiku and A Poem for You


A tall oak hovers high

Sun rays slip through its strong limbs

I remember Dad!

 

Remembering My Dad

 

My dad was not a very tall man.

But he was tall enough

to protect us from harm.

 

He was our sunshine,

everytime he smiled.

His kindness was eternal;

He’d always go the extra mile.

 

He befriended those who seemed

to need a friend the most

and when it came to celebrating life

he was the best of hosts.

 

Everytime I look up at the sky

I want to think

he is looking down.

 

I know he is present

in all the things

he taught how to love.

Like opera and tangos

Daisies and even sweet mangoes.

 

My father was not a tall man

but he was a giant to me

My hero, my protector,

A prince

for all my friends to envy.

 

Today I think of you more than ever

I miss you everyday

On Father’s Day

there’s only one thing for me to say.

I love you!

 

 

If you understand others you are very smart


This is a poem I came across and I loved the title.

 

If you understand others you are smart,

If you understand yourself you are illuminated

If you overcome others you are powerful.

If you overcome yourself you have strength

If you know how to be satisfied you are rich.

If you can act with vigor, you have a will.

If you don’t lose your objectives you can be long-lasting.

If you die without loss, you are eternal.

Wow! I may be half there.

 

A Poem A Day –


Another very favorite poet is Mary Oliver. I have many of her poetry books and feel peace and calmness when I read her poems. Mary Oliver, winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and the National Book Award, is one of the most celebrated and best-selling poets in America. Some of her books include What Do we Know, The Leaf and the Cloud, Winter Hours and Blue Iris among others.

This is an excerpt of one of my favorites:

Some Questions You Might Ask

“Is the soul solid, like iron?

Or is it tender and breakable, like

the wings of a moth in the beak of an owl?

Who has it, and who doesn’t? ”

 

I love questions. I think I have mentioned before I was always asking questions which made my mother crazy sometimes. Ms. Oliver’s poems in general make you ponder and ask many questions, especially about nature and life in general.

 

A Poem a Day – Haiku


The following is a poem by Yosa Buson (1716-1783). My painting was inspired by his haiku. Buson was a very good painter and made a living at it. Buson published many poems in anthologies.  By the time he reached the age of fifty-five he was known to be the leader of Kyoto poets and the best of modern Haiku poets.

 

 

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