They Died for Life

They did not die so that we could protest A self-centered right to damage others They did not die so that we could protect A lump of metal rather than mothers They did not die to devalue our life The lives of youth, adults, humanity They did not die to cause hatred and strife The divide of nation, insanity They did not die for monetary gain To line their uniform’s pockets with blood They did not die for ego, toRead more

First Monday Gratitude

The first Monday of twenty twenty-two A new beginning, the day of week’s start In which I offer a woke dream to you With sincere thought from Pollyanna heart We live, we breathe with upright conviction Blessings from the mighty hand of a God It is this life that offers addiction To the marvel of a positive nod Gratitude gives us more than one reason Days to see blue skies through ashen-gray clouds Hope builds, aspires to craft a smile’sRead more

#SoCS: An Iffy Sonnet

If I were someone different, then who? Perhaps an imp of questionable trust A woman who without reason hates blue Or a girl who battles an urge for lust If I were angry, would you like me still? The swearing, the vile looks I give to you Or do I resist a valiant will? A female without persevering hue If I were not smart, would you fill me in? I’d like to be “that girl” on Jeopardy If I wereRead more

Steadfast in Hope

Yesterday, during church service, Pastor Shawn talked about being steadfast in our faith during life’s trials, and the everlasting hope that it can bring. Whether you are Christian, of a different faith, or not religious at all, there is a message here, one I’ve tried to intertwine in a sonnet. I hope you find its value. We walk this path between hope and despair In life, in trials, our choices not plain Fueled by action, sentiment or prayer Minds veerRead more

Light and Shadow

Green light of his eye holds a soulful gaze He lays in the comfort of red and gold Hardness of life digs into clouded daze The stress of being cat cannot be sold “Hey mom?” “Yes, Gibbs?” “Watcha doing?’ “Trying to write a sonnet or poem about you.” “I hope you are telling everyone that I’m a good boy.” You are, buddy, most days…” His world has changed somewhat for the better Gray paws roam free without prison’s firm gateRead more

#SoCS: Undone

Who am I that I breathe and live upright? Under constellation of blazing stars Staring at the morning’s first rays of light Living in a world filled with mixed bizarre Who am I to be counted in the fold One of his sheep that grazes over time A child from a rib, neither young nor old Waiting for forgiveness of one’s own grime Who am I standing here in pondered pause Faith borne of hope in a fragile abode WhileRead more

Breathless

What do I ask that is not envisioned The heart of my own spirit fails to speak Words that leave the tongue in indecision A desire within the realm of the weak Why do I question what can be conceived By the response of the one called ruler Is boldness permitted in time of need Or possibly found oddly peculiar A spirit groans at the lack of command Intercedes with courage in muted gaze An understanding of the mighty handRead more

Black and White Whiskered Sonnet

Gray exists in abstract feature and lines It can never be the lover of true The dope is blackness and white for the times Their hearts doth lie with definitive stew The sisters lay in dual existence In dark inkiness and the soft of snow Whiskers twitching in muscle’s common sense The cautious, darting almond eyes aglow Twins in no-color shades of ying and yang Essence of tuxedos in voices raised Demands of attention is their harangue The worth ofRead more

Sonnet of Dark Dulcitude

On February 13, 2015, I wrote a blog post titled Chocolate Chips: A Valentine Song. The chocolate chip song was a bit of a cheesy take on Journey’s Open Arms. It was a passable post, I suppose, but not the best writing I’ve ever done. Thirteen months later, a small group of bloggers were¬†challenged gently encouraged by Dan at No Facilities to rewrite a former post…an offering we had published in the past that screamed do-overs! or a story thatRead more