'There's no shame in falling or failing, but
The shame arises if you can't rise above it.'*1

To fail or not to fail is the question
That drives humanity to lunacy.
In our desire to succeed, we embrace the perception
Of failing as a way to demoralize our inconsistency

In achieving our set goals, in the right
Time-frame, that may set us up for forsaking
The dereliction of our purposes in light
Of our inability to surmount processing

Grandma's House

Grandma and the house, scented with
hunger-making baking smells.
This, and all her holiday fare
lovingly planned and created.
Browned skinned turkey roasting
basted with butter and natural juices.
Mingling aromas of pies, eggnog and bird
After grandma hugs, snuggling me.
we sit in the big rocking chair
together, eating warm cookies.
To my child's mind; this is heaven!

The life of a poet in love I am living,
but foes of my loving I won’t be forgiving.
It may seem I’m lost in my rhyme and verse making,
with heart now unbroken and no longer aching.
Yet pen pours on paper my pure, pent-up passion,
and fighting my foes hasn’t gone out of fashion!

Fresh apples, sweet pears, and pumpkins galore
All harvested, with love and so much more

We share a great meal, united as one
Grateful for the harvest, the work that’s done

A Harvest Feast, such bountiful delight,
Golden fields, ablaze in autumn’s bright light

Beneath the azure sky, we gather near
To celebrate the season, so dear dear

Tables adorned with nature’s given gifts
Fruits and vegetables , their colors lift

The earth’s abundance, such a treasure trove
Nurtured by the sun, amd rain’s gentle strove

to taste,
The salt in my own tears.
I don't want to be here.
I dont want to be wearing black.
I dont want to bury you.
I. Just. Want. You. Back.

I will "praise" you out of that grave.

AROUND THE GLOBE

We greet the sun at different times
As our planet turns into the light
And to the new moon, demurred
As I’m waiting for the alarm to ring
A new dawning can bring us hope
When I’m asleep, others are awake
It is time zones for goodness’ sake
But at the poles it’s a slippery slope
Yet communication is everything
As word can be more than a word
Verses translated, for a new insight
As from nature, inspiration climbs

Sent my smooching life south,
whereby I felt like poor Georgie Porgie,
pudding and pie,
who kissed the girls and made them cry.

The medical term for cold sores,
Herpes Labialis, refers
to the Herpes virus Type 1 (HSV-1)
that most often causes these sores,
though Herpes virus Type 2 (HSV-2)
less often can also be a cause.

Bright yellows and brilliant reds,
move slowly covering drooping heads.
Grey skies seem so permanent,
they never seem to clear.
The stage is set for the sky to burst,
and yet another downpour.
People moving down crowded streets.
Umbrellas plumed to cover tired heads.
The pitter patter of gentle rain.
Where rainy day people
spend their afternoons.
Enjoying the humid, misty air
When in a flash the sun bursts through
and the bow in the cloud whispers
I love you!

Has
Anyone
Poured the
Pinot,
Yet?

I love the way you look at me
show me your colored skin
The hues that come from nightfall
when the moon is pushing in

Purple, pink and lavender
clouds of fleecy white
I love the sweetness of your breath
when the dawn comes after night

You hold the birds above the trees
bring me sounds of distant things
I see you frame the kids in joy
as they swoosh back and forth on swings