WOMAN

Wondrously wild, witty, winsome witch wielding worlds with warm wistful whispering.
Overtly omnipotent, ostentatiously observant over obscure offices.
Magnificently magical, modest model, making multiple moments manifest.
Amazingly altruistic amazon always advising, accompanying and awaiting adventure.
Noble Nefertiti, negotiating new notions needing no negative narratives.

Breathe

Breathe in
Breathe out
Erase
all doubt.
Remember
who you are.

Breathe in
Breathe out
glance all
about
Head towards
that shining star.

Breath in
Breath out
bur never
pout
Your abilities
will take you
far.

Auto Biographical

Co-written by my parents
Too many characters to count
Set all over the globe
in large and small amounts.

The introduction started simply
as most openings tend to do.
My interpretation is the only
point of view.

Constant conflict keeps
it interesting but terribly
tiring too.

Event after event keeps
actions rising all unexpected
all brand new.

Everyday is a discovery
various paths to choose.

Climax and Resolution
they have happened too.
Climax and resolution
are quite continual.

Even though I'm not quite finished
I must give it a positive review.
There are chapters I could do without
but I doubt the story would be as good.

Woman IV

Warm
Opulent
Mothering
Attentive
Nurturing

Four Months

In December you were devastated by dastardly deeds.
January's journey brought you up from your knees.
February's fury returned you to your senses.
March madness makes it easier to begin mending fences.

Time has healed wounds
not all, but it's in progress.
Moving forward
Don't digress.

For months you were disheartened.
For months you were  in pain.
For months you have been mending
For months you have moved beyond
the stupidity of  a reality where you did not belong.

For months, four months exactly
Four months more and who knows
For months, four months exactly
how far your world will go.

Spring

Start of new life.
Plan for tomorrow
Rituals and rites
It starts the new cycle
Nature regenerates
Giving way for the future

Rites of Spring

In like a lion
out like a lamb.
The season has reason
to ask who I am.


Clean out the closets,
the cabinets the car.
Time to  rediscover
just who you are.

Madness of men
in bright colored shorts
gracefully moving
down basketball courts.

A nice equal balance
of both day and night
We're finally centered
We're finally right.


In like a lion
out like a lamb.
The season has reason
to ask who I am.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Shamrocks not clover
Wear green all over
Be Irish if just for a day!

No snakes here
but lots of green beer
Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Beware the Ides

Beware the Ides

You've been advised

but just what does that mean?

Unfortunately for Julius Caesar

It meant something quite obscene.

For the rest of us we are in luck

as there's nothing to dismay.

Each month has Ides 

they should not be despised

As it's just the 13th or the 15th day.

Woman III

Wacky
Original
Mischievous
Audacious
Naughty

Woman II

Willful
Opinionated
Modern
Admired
Novel

Woman I

Worldly

Otherworldly

Mystical

Altruistic

Noteworthy

Final Moment

If you had one more moment

to take the moment in;

Where would your moment begin?

A wasted moment

is not what it's about.

Precious moments

are the ones we can not live without.

In these final moments

Take a moment of silence

to appreciate the past.

Each day is a magic moment

so let's make the moment last.

Another Moment

In the heat of the moment
you need to give me a moment
to take this moment in.

From this moment on
there's not a moment to spare
so handle this moment with care.

At a moment's notice
your Big Moment could arrive
Make sure the moment's not lost.

One moment at a time
we experience each
heartfelt moment so
give me one moment please.

Just a moment
but never a dull moment
Just a moment is all we need.

The Moment

There's truth in the moment
we must capture the moment
and of course the moment is now!

We wait for that special moment
We wonder if the moment is right
You won't get this moment again

We live moment by moment
We don't want to forget the moment
We remember the moment when

Live for the moment
Just take a moment
and on the spur of the moment too

And not for a moment
did we not believe
this wasn't our moment.

Every moment counts
in large and small amounts
This is the moment of truth.

World Market

Water from Sweden
Wine from Spain

Mackays for
your  morning breakfast
or afternoon tea

Without this Scottish product
What would your toast or scone be?

Meyer's Sparkling lemon
or perhaps the Sparkling pear
either purchase pleases taste buds
get them both if you dare.


Wasa is a cracker
and Voss is water
Try the Dark Chocolate Strawberry Wine
you know you wanta!

Roquefort Cheese
if you please
or perhaps Dolce Latte Gorgonzola.

International palettes are fortunate
to have the World Market.

Italy Memory

I walked the city at night in the rain
Extremely beautiful
filled with happy people drinking,
wet cobblestone streets
tiny cars,
cafes and bars

Denim, black, grey and brown
the colors of winter
scarves, boots, umbrellas, coats

well lit crowded corners
the city at night,
sleeps but not soundly

This city will be interesting to explore
Hopefully in rain but possibly snow
so much to do
so much to see
fascinating
new
city

Countermand the Current

The wind blows across the pond
sending waves towards one side.
The birds swim noisily through the waves
to rest in their designated spots.

Geese in this corner. Swans in another.
Ducks scattered throughout.
Honking, hissing, quacking, cackling,
nature's symphony is quite loud.

Plop, plop goes the lone duck
as his head submerges.
Feathered backside greets my eyes
and my laugh emerges.

Watching the duck as it's head dives in
and backside bobs time and again
I notice ripples roam around this bathing bird.

How can one small fowl cause such a change
in the course of the wind driven waves? Against
the flow the ripples go; over and over again.

It only takes one to create a ripple.
It only takes one to change the course.
It only takes one to turn the tide.
It only takes one to start this ride.

The wind continues to blow
waves across the pond.
Each bird continues to
countermand the current.

Endless Struggle
but still
The ability to change
endures
One ripple begets another
which in turn
begets one more.

The wind blows across the pond
sending waves towards one side.
Each bird continues to
countermand the current.
It only takes one to change the course.

THAT I CANNOT TELL THEE

To be or not to be?

That is the question.

What is the answer I pray tell?

That I cannot tell thee.

To live or die

I wonder why?

What hath this poor soil done to me

I know not why I’m here

One small being living but a while

On the Earth’s wretched, loving face.