Poetry ~ October

Meet me in October
at the coffee house on Maple Drive
where leaves of every color
make autumn come alive!

We'll sip pumpkin spiced lattes,
and snuggle by the fire,
reminisce and gossip
of how fast a year goes by!

And when our cups are empty,
I'll slip a kiss upon your cheek
and watch you fade into the autumn mist
until again we meet.

Poetry ~ Does this really Matter?

Your point of power is in the present moment.”

The Speakers
It's silly, really
the way I scribbled
the words on my wrist
in permanent black marker

"Does this really matter?" it asks
"Nope," comes my reply

yet, all day
everyday
my mind wanders off
into dark corners,
whining, whimpering
"Woe is me!"


a quick flash of my wrist
and the light comes on

stay focused on
what really matters!

what matters is simple
right here, right now

this moment

if you don't like
the present moment
change it,

if you can,
or practice the
art of acceptance

Poetry ~ Current Vibe

vibe poem

Stormy.

Chance of hysterical laughter,
with scattered tears.

Pattern to continue indefinitely,
due to La Artista Loca Dama.

The phenomenon causes
micro-bursts of sporadic creativity
sprinkled with sarcasm.

The advisory level
has been upgraded from
“Watch” to “Warning”.

Be safe out there folks.

You never know where she’ll land,
but if she makes contact
you’re likely to find yourself
in the debris field of her poetry!

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