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Open up
Spill your guts
I said
with my fist
to the box
as I  smacked  
Away
I realize
scissors might
work
better
I am always greedy and impatient  to open parcels/packages !
Orb of amber sizzling-
like fried egg,
on griddle blue sky.


Peanut butter puffs
fill the air-
spotted dog reclines,
dreaming of steak.


Beaded lamp shines-
across desk, dresses
dark corners in light.

                   Purple velvet sky -                  
                 sprinkled rhinestone stars,
                  fuchsia horizon beckons.


                   Empty Koi pond, dark
                  murky water hosting only –
                       green algae.
Two of these made it to my college  literary magazine for publishing !
forward
I have to feel
  this moment
as it throbs  with life
cannot  take  
a step or two back
without colliding
full throttle
into  a sad void  
of hazy days gone by.
Written in 06 or 07 , finished today.Grabbing my future  with two hands   after  tragedy  , was  something I had to force myself to do.Try not to live in yesterday.Appreciate  the  present  and  future  , because  I can.Not everyone  has  this luxury to be alive ....
pollute
every inch of window space
no room for shadows
moon glow a no show
pull my eyelids tight
yank the plastic shades
as far as they’ll go
to lay down my fears
for the night.
a bit of a rhyme scheme there ...not intentional either.Written in 2007 , rental home  in Massachusetts  right behind a Buick dealership.Fluorescent signs   totally  lit  the back side  of our house  porch, laundry area, dining room  , living room and  my bedroom !
every waking thought
fueled by
juicy   strawberries
not from distant lands
stalked by native asparagus
signs on empty spots
indicate to our dismay
the farmer’s market  
Gone away
for this week
dejected  we head home
desires  unmet
with crumpled  canvas totes
in  unhappy hands.
Love farmer's markets.Local produce rocks.
beaming all over
some other girl
what’s she got
that I don’t
you sneaky cheat
no matter how hard
you try to keep those golden fingers
just above those  lazy low flung
gray clouds
you can’t keep  hiding
from me
c’mon back
pretty please
don’t make me beg  
for just  a few spare  
minutes  of your  time
in  space.
That fickle  sun.Some days  cheating on me by  spilling  some  beams on someone else !
I think the dust bunnies
hate me
and play their evil games
in my cozy home
Vengeance is coming
wee gray ones,
a maniacal laugh
escapes from my face
as the ******* hose of doom
descends
upon their kingdom.
Take that  dirt !
No more pickled
beets
miracle whip
smoked oysters
squeeze cheese
needed
he’s not here
to
eat it.
Written in 2005.These were foods   only he loved....
Hidden away
From prying eyes
Rooms with a view
Prime real estate
Tropic locale
Lake front property
Mature landscaping
Well lit
24-hour guard
Comfy digs
Classic interiors
Shady when needed
Sunny in its heart
Ideally suited
For family life
Or just hanging
With friends
See agent lizard
For details
To start your life
In Paradise
A bird of paradise  plant in a corner of  our  backyard in the burbs of Houston.One day my daughter and I noticed  a bunch of  mice  swinging  all over  the   flowers ! Out of my warped mind came this  cracked poem.I read this at a poetry reading ( and brought the  picture for afterward ) and   got  a  great  review  for my style  of  reporting  the  incident !
ripples
elegantly shielded
every room
it ever graced
from the sun’s starkest rays
bedrooms
to living room
every place
Love ever lived
and shade was  desired.
A beautiful  wide panel of European  curtains   my husband and I  bought from a  neighbor  for  a ridiculously small amount   back in the mid 80's .We took it across oceans and made it work in so many of our homes.Over the past  five  years   it no longer fits anywhere   , all  the windows  I live  with  are  smaller   and shorter, so sadly , it remains in storage.
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