Flickering Firefly

Flickering firefly in the night,

Lighting up the yard,

Flickering,

Fluttering,

Busy through the night.

Little Child Poem

Little child is a poem that is written in free verse poem style. There is a rhyme in the poem though. However, there is no meter for each stanza of the poem. I hope that those that read this poem will enjoy it.

Little Child
Little child of the night,
So powerful,
Yet full of fright.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Little child of the wind,
So mighty and strong,
Fitting in to blend.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Little child of the day,
Your voice silent,
But.. you do have a say.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Little child of the star,
Looking to heaven,
Knowing I’m not far.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Little child of the moon,
Sharing time with friends,
Talking midnight til noon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Little child of the water,
Whispering secrets to the sea,
Nothing left to barter.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Little child of God,
He hears your prayers,
You are loved by me and by God.

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Circle of Life Poem

Life is indeed a circle. Sometimes this circle can best be described in poetry. The life cycle is all about relationships, understanding the patterns of life and realizing that life does go on regardless of what you think or what you do. I wrote this poem to celebrate the circle of life. It is a poem that has a great deal of hope and meaning to me about life.

Circle of Life

Little patter of footsteps,
Cute noises in the night as they sleep.

Spilled cup of milk,
Dropped green bean.

First report card of smileys and check marks,
T-ball and ballet.

Latest fashion trends,
Middle school graduation.

Cell phone glue to the ear,
Car keys lost.

Oral presentations and thesis papers,
College graduation.

Love is in the air,
Wedding bells ringing.

Ah yes again....

Little patter of footsteps,
Cute noises in the night as they sleep.

Walk It Haiku

There are times that relationships can be very difficult. You can hear someone nagging at you constantly. Yet, your mind doesn't want to relax. This poem is about such an experience. It can be difficult in relationships to let it go. But you must remember that in relationships, the person doing all the nagging is probably not very happy. You cannot change the other person in relationships and must be content to know that you can take back the power. This poem is dedicated to all of those people out there that have to listen to a nag in their relationships.

Walk It

Walk it out my friend,
Don't listen to the ramblings,
He has no peace now.

Pen in Hand Poem

I have been lucky and not suffered writer's block too often. But at times, writer's block can be really frustrating. I'm used to having writing ideas. Just to stare at the paper and have no writing ideas can at times be very scary. What if I never think of another writing idea? This poem is in tribute to those times that writing ideas just seem to escape me. Often poetry is a good way to get the muse awake again.

Pen in Hand

Pen in hand,
Paper blank,
Staring back at me,
Begging me.

Pen in hand,
Paper blank,
Write on me,
Fill me.

Pen in hand,
Paper blank,
Tell the world,
Give me life.

Yet...

Pen in hand,
Paper blank,

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Treat for Bugsy

Bugsy is grey and white baby bunny. He's been away from his mom for a bit. One of my favorite things to do with my baby bunny is to hold him on my chest. I noticed that he feels safe and secure next to my heartbeat. One of the favorite treats of this baby bunny is carrot pieces. He eats and watches me curiously. It is so adorable and I love this baby bunny so much.

Treat for Bugsy

Twitch of the nose,
Curious glance from the eyes,
Twitch of the nose.

Nibble of the carrot piece,
Curious glance from the eyes,
Nibble of the carrot piece.

Laying on my chest content,
Curious glance from the eyes,
Laying on my chest content.

Time Watcher

Sometimes there a moments that seem to stand still in clock of time. It is like life is completely frozen and time has no reference and there are no clocks. At other points, it seems as if time is never enough and you find yourself watching your clock. You just need one more hour, one more minute .. just more time on that clock..

Time Watcher

Appointments are today,
Have to allow for traffic,
Allow for filling out forms,
Making me a time watcher.

Clothes in the wash,
Clothes in the dryer,
Will I time it just right?
Making me a time watcher.

Favorite reality show tonight,
Phone call from a friend,
Dishes to clean,
Making me a time watcher.

Is there enough time?
Does time really matter?
Got to get it all done,
Yes.. time watcher.

Stifled Hand

Learning to type with one hand is a real challenge. Can't tell you how strange it feels to look at the keyboard and type. After a freak accident cooking, I am now temporarily one handed when it comes to typing and work. Here is a poem about it.

Stifled Hand

Letters staring at me,
Typing and pecking away,
Lots to still say,
But limited movement
Stifles me