Must Read Books!

Yep, I'm tooting my own horn. I was looking back through a couple of my poetry books and thought, "Wow, this is genius!" Lol... So, here ya go. Take a look at these babies and maybe buy them?

Letters Upon the Wind (written under my former pen name)

and

Messages From My Ancestors (written under my real name)

Forgotten

My sisters from long ago -
the poets of old,
who began the ideas on societal woes
Brutally honest and courageous,
they inked their prose,
on parchment, soaked in their tears
Forgotten, but not by me;
still, you are being taught in some specialites
We'll carry the torch forward
and keep the embers burning bright -
a light, among the darkest of nights

Too Much

When the world becomes too much,
and the sea of humanity tries to drown my soul,
I swim for the shore of poetry
I plunge my mind into my creativity:
My violin, my writing, my cat, my hubby
We curl up with a cozy mug – my cat on his favorite rug
and we encourage one another on this ride called, Life

Mistakes

Oh, the mistakes I've made,
putting stock in a trade
and worrying over the trivialities of life
How I wish I'd known, to hold dear,
those raindrops - nature's tears

Now, I wander through notes and rhythms;
rhymes on pages full of philosophical dreams
I spend my days, thinking upon,
the end of all things - the eternal sleep

In the finale, none of it matters,
so I'll take each day as it comes,
and ignore all the chatter from empty forum splatter
The vomit of ignorance, does not ring true;
all that matters is in front of my eyes,
not things I've accrued (which isn't saying much)

No, I'll take each day in stride,
and concentrate on what's ahead instead of behind;
the great equalizer gives and takes,
and I'll meet him one day, realizing to never put stock,
in the inaneness of this life

First Love

That ton of bricks feeling,
hit out of nowhere
Inspiration burned through me,
like the noonday sun's heat

Happened, in a moment,
unbeknownst to this novice -
just trying out some prose, when whoa!
What was that? I loved the rhyme;
it's rhythm was like a song stuck in my mind

My first love, never let me go
I'll just go with the flow, until the river runs dry

Published at The Poet Community

Falling through a Dream

Free falling, in undulating fashion,
the dream, built a world of fantasy,
for me to savor

Emerald-stoned buildings, spoke of Hobbits,
and Wizards; places I longed to visit -
peaceful settings and adventures awaiting,
my feet to discover

Jutting mountains, with peaks like spears,
beckoned me to climb, their daggered surfaces;
snow-capped summits, looked down at the green,
as I fell - down, down, down towards the serene,
that cradled me in it's pom pom blades

I fell through a dream today,
free falling as gravity sucked me in,
towards the dream's rim; I could never run away,
for the dream always beckoned me to stay

Night's Song

Where evening descends,
there's a quiver of mystery -
the tempting fever to join in night's reverie

Moon sky, clouds drift by;
in the moment, all around me seems to fade,
when suddenly, I'm awe-struck, at how heavenly bodies relate

Stardust sprinkles down,
causing the trees to smile, like a child on Christmas morn',
while lightning bugs glow, among the warmth of the dark

Here I am, in the midst of celestial mists,
and the creature's cries and coos,
to drift me off peacefully, into a dreaming fool

Orginally published in the Penwood Review