Celebrate with me
The full moon is on the run
Let's  dance in her light

The sky grows darker
My mood seems to fit right in
Oh moon where are you

Sometimes I get so
mad at me
I feel like a fat teddy bear
But instead of hugging
I want to pull my
Stuffing out
But then I realize
What I'm  made of
And who made me

It may be good.morning
To you
It may be good evening
To You
You may be getting up
You may be going to bed
What ever time
It is
May the words
That you need  
Be a breath away
And may you feel
Inner peace
Ink flows in your heart
Just let it pour
Over the landscape
Good morning
Good night

Thank you for your help
Helping me face a sad day
You said it with words

We say we have no money
Did we look down at
The worn out shoes
Earth stained blood stained
Pus stained putrid smelling
Shoes of the homeless
We say we're broke with
Nothing to spare
Did we look up at
Earth stained blood stained
Pus stained putrid smellingtops of the homeless
We want our name brand pants
Did we look in the middle at
Earth stained blood stained
Pus stained putrid smelling pants of
The homeless
Perhaps the homeless
Are the rich ones
They've been through it all
Earth stained blood stained
Pus stained putrid smelling life
Traveling in worn out shoes baggy pants hole threaden tops
They felt the sun beat
Down on their backs
The moon and stars
lighting the way
And newly acquired friends
Sleeping  on benches
They are rich with the
Love they share
Next time we say
We're broke
Perhaps we can put
Some.money  in a can
Or a donated coffee
Perhaps with extra
Cream and sugar
We will always have
The poor with us
So let's open the door
Let them through
With dignity
And perhaps a dollar
Or two

Dreamt I had no teeth
Woke up startled
Bit down making sure
They were there
Yes they were
None had fallen out
Or disappeared
Got me to thinkin
What if it were true
Who could I talk to
Could God hear my Prayers
How could I shout
Out for joy
Or scream and holler
And even whisper
Wow what about food
Crunchy chicken mashed potatoes
Homemade cookies or pie
Even homemade soup
A salad and fruit
Ran downstairs for hot tea
And marmalade toast
Had to get a pen
To write out a poem
And then say oh look
It's a covid nightmare

Gently  close your eyes
Another day is finished
Let.your heart be still
I am still with you
My soul will whisper to you
Wrap you with my love

I just can't stop now
Words keep racing through my heart
Need to be set free

Putting dreams to sleep
In.my heart's sanctuary
Just where you abide

My dreams turn to you
On the wings of an angel
I fly unto you

My clock is ticking
Like the beat of my Moms heart
Sent now from heaven

I'm wired for sound
And can't get to sleep right now
Sweet dreams Mary Anne

My Mom's night mantra
Sweet dreams see you
In the morning
Good night Mom
See you in the morning
How could you ever
Be afraid
After being tucked in
Kissed and told how much
You were loved

You carefully kneaded bread
Green for St Patrick's day
For our family and teachers
Hands to hold crossing
The street to get the bus
Praying the Rosary
And dancing to Lawrence Welk
Hands for giving my brother
A shot when he was young
And hands for playing hopscotch
To mark the spot
And a bat and glove
To play ball with my brothets
Feet for taking us
On walks and to the library
And pulling a wagon with
Homemade dinners for
the sick in the parish
feet for walking down
Hospital halls and running
With us or chasing bubbles
Kneeling at Church
Or scrubbing the floor
Standing at the stove
Making pancakes or dinner
A kiss goodnight
And off to bed we would go
Her footsteps following
For night prayer and a story
Turn off the light and wait for morning to come
Good night John boy ms. Clarevell
Good night moon
Good night Mom
See you in the morning

Today is the anniversary
Of my Mothers death
We were blest to
Have a woman
Strong and gentle
A woman with
My father who
Raised six children
One with diabetes
And all the complications
That go with it
You never knew
Her life was one of
Love and song
This is a day of cherished
Memories
And Prayers she taught us
I've been blest
With my Mothers love
And that's Prayer enough
For me
Thank you Mom.
I love you

We all need a friend
Like Curious George
One who will
Take our hand
And keep us
Out of trouble
Do you have
The man with
The yellow hat
In your Life

My spiritual muse
Always comes at the right time
How greatful I am

Now that we're even
Let's put it all behind us
And let's just stay friends

That peanutbutter sandwich
Looks so good
Oodles of nuts and crunch
Seeping out of homemade bread
A glass of cold milk
To wash it down
Celery sticks and carrots
Green as grass
Orange as the sun
A Shiny red apple
Looks like it's been polished
And ready to bite
Napkins for sticky fingers
And juicy hands
You said you would share
I didn't have to ask
You already made it
Just for me
Let's eat our sandwich together
Drinking our milk
Crunching our veggies together
Letting the juice
Drip down from our chin
Wipe off our hands
And share our time together

Oh how you lift me
Way up above the tree tops
And into the sky

Let me just help you
Complete all the work you do
So you can just rest

I broke your heart
You broke mine
So now we're even

Such a restless sleep
I'm up for the duration
Cause I can't sleep now

Don't look at me
With those puppy dog eyes
Making me feel shame
Hurting you the way
I stupidly did
Reflected in your eyes
You hissed right back
Spitting words of hurt
Now making shame

Especially now every breath
We take is a miracle
Every step we take
Is a blessing
The song we sing
Is an Alleluia
Waiting to happen
Spread our wings
And fly freely
Let our breath be praised
Our steps  with a purpose
And our song
A symphony to the Lord

Awaken your thoughts
Get out your paper and pen
A new day is here

For a peaceful night
No nightmares hanging around
Just poetic thoughts

The day draws to an end
Of aworking day
Time to put skeletons
To rest
And awaken to the beauty
Of what is to come
Cicadas keeping tune to
Croaking frogs near-by
Darkness is nearing
Stars will soon appear
The moon is a wink away
Time for evening  Prayer
A comfy pillow a clear mind
And sweet dreams to
Start all over

There aren't  any stars
Just a hangin out tonight
What can I wish on

You told.me today
You think.that you should just die
Today's world needs you

Tears keep drippin down
Need  a bucket to collect
All of mankind's pain

Her wardrobe an
Array of colors
Translucent  for each culture
Flashy colors and sequins
Pale and simple
What she wore
Didn't matter
The message was the model
Only certain people saw
And would acclaim
Mary^s beauty in
Her native dress
And tongue
Mary is our Mother
And Jesus is her Son
We worship not a statue
Nor a picture painted
On canvas
But we are reminded
Of the Mother of God
We hold gently in
Our Heart

Greeting me in the morning
Warming my shivers
From nightmares all around
Rays of hope
Promising a new day
For a fresh new start

How fragile we all are
Containing fragments of our being
Collected pieces of Hate love
Joy sorrow strength
Glued together in time
Healed by love

Dew from the grass
Kissing the ground
While a foggy mist
Dances in the sky
Birds stirring in the trees
Ready to sing
Their wake up call
Squirrels busy playing tag
With the sound
Of a howling dog nearby
Children slamming the door
Running joyfully outside
Ready to greet
A new morning

Early in the morning
My spirits come to haunt me
But I am armed with
Paper and pen

I gotta see a man about a horse
I gotta see a man about a job
I gotta see a man about a jet
Who do you gotta see

Reflections of you
Crashing from the waves of time
Serenely float by

God's walk in the sand
Leaving the prints of His Life
Softly led the way

Shadows all around
Mirroring my past
as long as they disappear

Imprisoned with my thoughts
Words aching to be
Set free
Armed with authors
And Poets past
Story tellers and preachers
Words not stolen
But kept within
Break ins of the souls
Of poetry
Releasing their hearts
Sentenced for Life
To live with words

Life like the sunshine
just bringing a ray of hope
Right after the storm

Feeling like
An onion
Sometimes
Where each layer
Is peeled
Slice by
Painful slice
The deeper one goes
The more it
Makes one cry
Tears held back
From long ago
Perhaps yesterday's
Tears
Maybe even waiting
For tomorrow

Sharing poetry
Exposes one's self
To the elements
One has to weather
The storm

My friend promised
Me a dog
Waiting inside for scratches
That never came
No soft yelps
Or pittering of paws
My friend never came
neither did the dog 🐕

See the green grass
Waving in the breeze
When the roaring sound
Of the mower comes along
Let me say thank you
That I can hear
Smell of homemade bread
Throughout the house
Garbage in the alley
Let me say thank you
Touching petals on a rose
Different shapes of slime
Let me say thank you
Homemade cookies with
An exta crunch
A spice not to
My liking
Let me say thank you
For all that has
Been given
Let me be
Aware of their existence
Especially since some
May have none

Clicking a summer morning
ALLEUIA chorus
A melancholy sound
Fills the air
As summer draws to
A close

The storm washed away
The cheerful sun
Chalked brilliantly
On the concrete
Raining so hard
Not even traces
Of chalk remained
But the beauty is
An empty board remains
For a new sun to appear

The poor are with us
Do we share our wealth with them
Or just say poor thing