Grandparents Anniversary Poems

I love hearing stories,
stories from my grandparents.
They love to tell stories,
stories from many years ago.
Grandma tells about bread,
when black showed up they would cut if off.
Then...

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Sticky Glue Stick

An SLR camera shutter clicks
shut, sticks then opens: at a
designated shutter speed.
The subject is caught and the 
camera’s quick: like a frog
unfurling its...

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Harriet Harris née Kuritsky circa November 13th, 
1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005
(untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935)

I trot out a poem acknowledging...

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Excerpt from “fake” encomium given years ago... 
at Lake Wobegone High School (my alma mater), 

and recently discovered ridiculous rough draft
amidst plethora of junk emails
while...

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I started out life as Anna Mae Bullock,                 ...

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Time 


Did we think that time would always there for us?
An infinite amount of time to use as we please.

Never counting time.....and never thinking it...

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Thirty eight years ago,
On to this very day.
You both walked down that sacred aisle
With two special words to say.
After all the formalities were done,
You both...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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We are apples growing on our parent's tree, planted by our grandparents from the apples of our great-grandparents ~ author

October skies still reflect in your...

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Strange Weather 

The camels are swimming, 
and who knew...
they knew how?
What a surprise...
to all that stood by, 
watching them cross the desert, 
like ducks on...

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The Bright Lights

Her hair is snow-white, 
but it was not always so. 
It was black, like the night. 
It was deep in color, 
near as...

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Alpha and Omega

The reality is that I love men. 
They are perfect, just as they are. 
Not always doing as they are supposed to do....

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Far Away Close Up

Right beside me in the car, 
but not here at all. 
Are you with her?
Who is she?
Do I care?
Should I, 
would it...

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Grief

God gave me an angel, 
a wife, 
a helpmate.
I had no idea the worth of that gift, 
bestowed upon my unworthy life.

Regret has nothing to...

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State Glamour

Bright beautiful colors, 
brilliant, not halfway. 
That is the fair, 
the beautiful fair. 
It is in the air...

The smells of sweet potatoes, 
dipped in...

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