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Mysterious (acrostic) –Day Thirty-one #OctPoWriMo October 31, 2017


any mini monsters haunt our street tonight
Y elling “boo” and laughing, what a scary sight
S trange ghosts and goblins running down the street
T iny little princesses screaming “trick or treat”
E very one in costumes, masks and cut up sheets
R eady for their sugar high from all the yummy treats?
I  bought a lot of candy, but I hope I have enough
O therwise I might be wise to find them other stuff
U nderneath the street light the eating frenzies start
S ave chocolate for mom and dad, if they are smart

The Forbidden Book at Sleepovers (Kyrielle) –Day Thirty #OctPoWriMo October 30, 2017


The Forbidden Book at Sleepovers (Kyrielle)

Though we knew it was forbidden
our sleepover hostess took it
from the place she kept it hidden
and read The Tropic of Cancer

And maybe she’d find cheap red wine
and in our glasses pour a bit
and we would feel risqué and fine
and read the Tropic of Cancer

One night she passed a jumbled joint
and each one took a cautious hit
forbidden pleasure was the point
we read the Tropic of Cancer

Mud and Lavender–Day Twenty- nine #OctPoWriMo October 29, 2017


Mud and Lavender

The scent of lavender tickled my nose
a bird sang from his hidden nest
when cool mud squished between our toes

‘twas then you offered me a rose
and pulled me tight against your chest
the scent of lavender tickled my nose

You knew you were the one I chose
and you picked me above the rest
when cool mud squished between our toes

Through summer’s shade and sweet repose
surrender to our lovers’ quest
the scent of lavender tickled my nose

Songbird gone, replaced by crows
that summer stays within my chest
when cool mud squished between our toes

Though death has dealt deep grief and woes
These memories remain the best
the scent of lavender tickled my nose
when cool mud squished between our toes

Dog–Day Twenty- eight #OctPoWriMo October 28, 2017


furry friend

Tashi wags her tail
warm pink tongue licks my hand
paws me when I sit too long

“calm compassion with Yoda ears”

Magic Flower–Day Twenty-seven #OctPoWriMo October 27, 2017


Magic Flower

the scent of gardenias
warm summer nights
we kids in pajamas
windows cranked down
born along by Buzzer
our yellow Nash Rambler

pause by the front door
pick the whitest, freshest flower
childhood ritual
gardenia to nose
head, half out the window
Foothill Boulevard
blooming orange groves
drive-in movie

gardenia, orange blossoms,
smoke from Dad’s cigarette
mom’s long brown hair
against tan bare shoulders
black halter top
wide red belt to match lips and nails
white polka dots on a black skirt
easy evening out for the two of them

double feature
kid’s cartoon
then something more adult
first show not finished
before brown gardenia
dropped from my hand
child’s peaceful slumber

In those days I liked to think
my magic fragrant flower
moved my parents closer
on Buzzer’s bench seat
that somehow my child’s ritual
charmed Mother’s choice
before special dates with Dad
when she wore her black halter top
and spritzed Jungle Gardenia
on her tan shoulders

Silent Retreat–Day Twenty-six #OctPoWriMo October 26, 2017

IMG_1204Lieu Quan Meditation Center, Warner Springs, California

Silent Retreat

Sit on meditation bench
something happens, doesn’t
mind falls into dark abyss

No words, no images
bow to towering stone Buddha
sit on meditation bench

Above me the Buddha sits serene
below the Buddha I bow
something happens, doesn’t

I am the one who bows to the stone Buddha
I am the statue that crumbles as it bows to me
mind falls into dark abyss

Ode to Stuffed Peppers at Adams Avenue Grill–Day Twenty-five #OctPoWriMo October 25, 2017

(From the website of Adams Avenue Grill–Stuffed Red Peppers with Polenta)


Ode to the Stuffed Peppers at Adams Avenue Grill

Oh to return once more to Adams Avenue Grill
where carnivore and herbivore found delight
and each midst pleasure took their fill
and swore allegiance to sweet appetite

Quinoa, mushrooms in deep red peppers stuffed
pine nuts, feta, spinach, wicked wild rice
blissfully bathed in Tuscan white bean stew
opulent onions, garlic for the spice
jaded palate’s joy awakened anew