TWO NUMBERS/verse escape 55


Two numbers the same

Five and five

I hold up my hand

Count five fingers

One points at you


Two numbers

Fifty five

Mid-life crisis

You are too old


Two numbers the same

Five plus five

Equals ten

Equals one

There is only one


Numbers indicate

What is despicable



Uses children

A terrorist


June 22, 2018



HOT WINDS BLOW/imaginary gardens with real toads


The morning cool

Temperature just right

As the day travels

The temperature rises

Hot winds blow


Within the dwelling

The sound of voices rise

Anger flies from the windows

The temperature rises

Hot winds blow


Your eyes aflame

Hot under the collar

Point your finger

Just for emphasis

The temperature rises

Hot winds blow


Remove your clothes

Nothing touches your skin

Sweat runs down your belly

The temperature rises

Hot winds blow


The sun sets

End of day

Twilight in the desert

The Temperature drops

Hot winds sleep

Cool winds take over


June 21, 2018


Note:  The prompt was “unhappy refrain.”





WHAT IS IT TO BE HUMAN/poets united midweek motif/human


We have elected a person

To “lead” us that

Shows us the worst of us

No, not unusual

He lies and cheats

He follows all

Self-serving endeavors

Lacks compassion

Isn’t very smart

Knows nothing of history

When things don’t go as planned

Always blames someone else



He has a large head

Which appears to be empty

Has no heart

An empty vessel

His reign like

King George

Can I say it will be OK…

I think he will take himself down

With the weight

Of his ignorance

I’m mad

Who would use children

Hold them hostage

He thinks

This is a good issue for him

The sun rises in the morning

To light the world

But, this is a dark time for our country

June 20, 2018


WILDFIRES IN EARLY SUMMER/imaginary gardens with real toads



Life goes on as it will

Like the river

That runs through the heart

Sometimes the water level

Is low

And sometimes it is high

We have to rush to keep up


For if we do not

We will never catch up

The river moves on

Toward the sea

It is said, “We never step

Into the same river twice”


The flow of water

Comes from the mountains

In spring when the snow melts

The water levels are high

Water rushes down

Fills the river to over flowing

Life is like that

And sometimes the gifts of life

Are overflowing


End of summer

The river dries out

Fish caught in pools

Wait for the rains to come

It is all a cycle

Like the wheel on your bike

Turning round and round


It is early summer now

Wildfires blaze

Smoke fills our little corner of the world

The scene is like the pictures of China

Mountains lost and found

In smoky  atmosphere


June 2, 1018









If you had asked

I never thought

I would be the one

To celebrate your leaving

And yet…

Each year about this time

I remember clearly

A film cycles in my mind

A sunny day in June

The scent of honeysuckle

Your chair empty


June 19, 2018


So get on your bike, fire up your cyclometer and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the word cycle.

Here’s how to Quadrille:

– Write a poem of exactly 44 words, including the word cycle.
– Put your poem on your blog and link back to this post.
– Link it up to our Mr. Linky.
– Visit other blogs. Enjoy some amazing poets. Comment. Come back later this week and write another one, and visit some more. Comment some more. Create as many poems as you please, including ones with all the words.

THE GOOD OLD USA/sunday’s whirligig #166


The morning is a wonder
The heavens opened
The rain came at last
The whole world smiles

There is much rejoicing
Some arroyos were full
The road remained passable
Travel continues

Tucked into your shirt pocket
Years of waiting
Dark clouds form over the mesa
The high surf is only a memory

What of greatness
Can a country defy it’s actions
I hear politicians say
“We are better than this”

I say, “this is who we are”
We are not better
We are known by our actions
How we treat the least of us

The homeless
The young
The weak
The sick
The old
The poor
The hungry
Fly your flag
Be proud
“This is who we are”

June 17, 2018









FATHER’S DAY 2018/ the sunday whirl world 356 — Poets United



It’s Father’s Day


Who takes children away

Who separates families

Tell them to return the children


No time to fiddle while Rome burns

Fire the last shot

The hour is late

From the tower I can see

More are coming


Fleeing from harm

Fleeing for their lives

In search of safety

Who treats families like animals

Who puts children in cages


Draw your last breath

Call home

Tell them where you are

Tell them you are not alone

Tell them you will pass safely

They will say

Honey, I was worried

But you are safe now

You are in the USA


June 17, 2018


Wordle 356  tell, alone, fiddle, shot, late, tower, treat, pass, harm, breath, call, honey

MEMORIES OF MY MOM/verse escape


As still as stone
The morning

A dusty blue
Over the mountains
The cloud filled sky

Outside my studio window
A gentle breeze moves the sage

Memories of you
The color of your eyes
Your kindness
Your touch

You were my Mother
All my days

Once again
You are here
I take a deep breath


June 16, 2018


Another midpoint in another month brings us once again to the 55, that meme originated by the one and only Galen Hayes in what has to be called the dim recesses of blog history, when so much was so different…except the rules, which remain the same: link your 55 words of prose or poetry, no more no less, in the comments below between Friday and Saturday at midnight, and I will be by to read.







THE WHAT OF IT/imaginary gardens with real toads



What time is it

What day

What week

What month


Sometimes hard to tell

The exact moment

We arrived

Or when we will leave


Or when we will be

Escorted out



Separated from our Mom


What is going on

Who is in charge

Is the complaint department


The door locked


I was already feeling shame

When I saw the flag

But now…

I don’t want to see it at all


Will someone grow a pair

Someone in the “family values” party

What is happening is a disgrace

So, what do you say about the “what of it”


June 14, 2018








LUST THOU ART, AND UNTO LUST SHALL THOU RETURN/poets united midweek motif/lust


The neckline of her gown
Dropped down
A peach exposed
A fleshy pink
His eyes followed
And caressed each globe

“That wondrous charm of sex”
Whispered B.W. Procter
As he speared the melon
On his plate
Round and juicy

There is no explaining the itch
Biological urge
Fleshy lust
She was a hot blooded young woman

And he felt she owed him
He whispered “sweet nothings”
In her ear
Asked her to meet him on the deck
Half past one

The waves broke high
The wind blew straight
The sea always made him horny
Flesh to flesh
A sailor he would be

In his imagination
He sailed the seven seas
The master of his craft
A legend in his own mind
Asses to Asses/Lust to lust
Lust thou art,
And unto Lust shalt thou return




June 13, 2018