Sunday, April 24, 2016

Another Day

My smoke alarm is beeping
it sounds like my Peach Faced Lovebird
I have missed him for a long time
sitting on my shoulder, nibbling  my ear
now he is here again, which is how I
stand the shrill alarm over and over

I would change out the battery, but it is
too high, so I travel back in time to my
lovely, colorful and very smart bird

It is nice having him home again, but
I must find a solution to put batteries
in the smoke detector in case the house
should catch on fire and burn down
meanwhile I love having my lovebird 

back chirping in my lonely house

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Tuesday, March 29, 2016


I’ve lost my love of cooking
last two nights I ate thick
juicy strip steaks on the 
grill cooked by my daughter
avocado as side with lemon 

I rarely eat meat, tonight I 
feel empowered, interesting
what do they put in that meat
or is it natural for carnivores to
glut on bloody red steak


T’is the color of The Alzheimer’s Association
I don’t remember if they said how they chose
it, perhaps like wounded veterans, a similarity 
a connection to the mind boggling war of
a mind disease that makes one a prisoner

It is unjust, there should be treatments if not
cures!  We have men on the moon!  Why not?
To see a mind wasting away, a once brilliant
mind, though any mind should not have to go
this sad, horrific way.  WHY NO DRUGS?

No drugs to at least slow the disease, why no
drugs to cure the disease”  In ten years perhaps
a crisis as baby boomers start coming in 
in alarming numbers, Alzheimer’s, a disease
of aging  can bring the world to its knees 

Step up world, country, city, village, step up!
Check the statics and step up for yourselves
for your parents, for your kids, for your spouse
There is something array, something wrong
and the medical community is silent!

Friday, March 25, 2016

I Clicked in Here to Write a Poem

Nothing is coming to me
nothing at all, each day lonely
each day guilty, each day sad

Each day more peaceful
less stress but lonely and sad
each day more guilty

Not taking him home again
I can't do it all anymore and
I feel guilty and mean

Saturday, March 5, 2016

I sit

In the glow of my monkey light
it is nice to be connecting in verse
life is rife  with connections we are
blessed with

The world is changing, I'm not sure of
how the shift is going

Calling out!



I am hungry
it builds in me
something is nagging at me

My hunger is stimulating as it
builds in me  rising like bread
I love the full feeling

Yet, I miss the emptiness   
a balance where I let go  find

peace  letting go