Poem of Gardens

Having read a wonderful poem entitled “Connected Roots“, by poet Michele Lee – where she highlights the life & beauty of a desert rose named Lady Banks – I was inspired to write this short poem…

From separate places to common spaces
In a garden tended by loving hand
Plants and people of nature and nurture
Sharing golden beauty across the land


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Time Together

Inspired by the writing of a friend: poem of husband & wife over time –


It seemed like magic when we met
Emotions we would share
On the table was everything
And with each word was care

To matters of health and sickness
In wealth or poverty
Each felt until death do us part
Was how it had to be

To work things through with compromise
And talk into the night
So when the morning sunlight came
Our time, again, was right

Time sure flies when you’re having fun
Sharing respect and love
By motto of two lives well lived
Our blessing from above


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Interview With Emojis

I wrote this imaginative piece earlier this year, about a woman I liked and whose name shall remain anonymous…


🎙 What is courage?
😊 Well, I call her by her first name – XXXXX. She is courage.

🎙 Is she strong?
😅 Yes. She’s much stronger than I, and less than half my size. And I’m not ashamed to say it, but I’m afraid of her.

🎙 What does she look like?
😍 To me, she is a vision of beauty – her eyes, face, smile…and she’s also equally lovely inside.

🎙 Have you told her?
🤔 Have I told her what?

🎙 That you love her?
🥰 Is it that obvious? Well, yes.

🎙 Hmmm…did she say it back to you?
🕵 Well, I think she asked me about the weather…but she didn’t say that she didn’t love me.

🎙 I see. And that’s fine with you?
❤️ Yes, it is.


I think it’s good to be able to laugh at oneself 😂 at times, and I hope that you found my sense of humor entertaining. Have a great day 👍

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She’s A Good Witch

She’s a good witch
The spells are real
Her magic worked on me

Within a wish
She’d wink an eye
And thoughts would come to be

With no defense
I’m at her whim
And yes, she likes to play

She wears me out
Then props me up
Each evening every day

Don’t get me wrong
I love her so
And know she loves me too

But she’s in charge
This lovely witch
Until the day is through

She’s a good witch
Her spells are real
The magic works for me.


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Eggs of An Alien World

The spacecraft touched down and the decompression chamber eased me out of suspended animation and into a groggy consciousness. I glanced at the navigation instrumentation but the system appeared inoperative, likely damaged upon landing. Where was I?

After wrangling with the video monitoring equipment for what seemed like an hour, I finally had a view outside of the ship: the barren landscape of an alien world strewn with giant eggs.

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Poem of Courage

After reading a friend’s writing, “The Hell’s Barge Self” – an inspiring account of ones fighting spirit to cherish life through surgery and not succumb to agents of evil – I wrote this poem in response…

Facing the faces of many
Disparaging people unkind
A warrior of courage with faith
Evil cast away – out of mind.

Drifting on boat through a dark hell
Operating to fight disease
Veiled voices behind a curtain
A lesson learned – not to appease.

Emerging stronger than before
Precious life held close to her heart
Eyes opened look forward with hope
Living life anew – a fresh start.


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Tale of A Cat

Growing up on Lake Superior in the upper peninsula of Michigan, in the small city of Marquette, our family always had pets. And, at one point, we owned a black-and-gray striped cat named Bootsy.

He was an indoor-outdoor cat, and, when inside, enjoyed sitting by the large picture window in the living room, at the front of the house.

There were lots of kids in the neighborhood at that time, so it was common for friends to come over and visit. We also had a doorbell with a glowing light.

Once, the doorbell rang and I went to see who it was, opening only the main door but not the screen door. I looked but nobody was there.

At that time, a common prank which children enjoyed was called ditching doorbells – ringing someone’s doorbell & running away.

Assuming this was the case, I closed the door and began to walk back into the house. Just then, it rang again. I turned around quickly and opened both doors, stepping out on to the front porch to see who it was – but, there was no person in sight.

However, an explanation quickly became apparent. It was our cat!

As the front porch was visible from the living room window, he could see people come to our house, press the glowing doorbell, hear the sound of the doorbell, and then watch us react by opening the door.

On his own, Bootsy learned he could get on the milk box, and then jump up on top of the mailbox, from which he could lean against the doorbell, letting us know when he wanted to come inside. That education was a game-changer for a cat.

The question: did we own the cat, or did he own us? I think the latter.

Dreaming At High Tide

Beach Comber

Water rolls in with the moon at high tide, as stars flicker behind a curtain of space.

I can sleep through this dream until morning, then collect seashells and treasures of ships sunken centuries ago.

The beach is my tomorrow. The moonlight, a distraction.

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Stepping Back

It’s like I’m outside at a circus, looking through a dirty glass window, watching all the kids having fun inside…

Climbing tall ladders to reach high wires. Pulling a lion’s tail. Stepping on the oversized shoes of clowns.

In time, I turned back to pass between bended fence posts and begin my journey home – 10,000 steps.

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Poem About A Writer

I have a friend who is a gifted & imaginative writer. She also is often a source of inspiration for me to write poetry, including the following…

She Writes From The Heart

Putting pen to paper she writes
Words flow from her creative mind
Imagination without limitation
Always, one of a kind.

From deep in her heart, filled with love
Her life experiences teach
With wisdom and inspiration
She shares advice but doesn’t preach.

A humble woman with courage
She’ll tell you to believe
She knows the best is yet to come
Her goals set to achieve.

I’m so grateful to call her friend
Yet sometimes my heart skips a beat
Her eyes and face, so beautiful
And precious soul, so sweet.