Tag Archives: Poetry

June 22, 2024 How lovely the first light that spreads before dawnTo push back the darkness from sidewalk and lawn.It calls me to walk and perhaps feel a breeze,To walk before shadows are formed by the trees. Enticed by the … Continue reading →

April 8, 2024 Today total darkness that’s cast by the moonWill cast a wide shadow and block out the light,Although by the clock it’s not much beyond noon.It’s rare and not many have seen such a sight. We’ll sit on … Continue reading →

March 25, 2024 It’s hard to believe that our lady’s turned four.She’s a beautiful Cavey, a puppy no more.She still likes to cuddle, spend time in our laps,Her favorite place to curl up, take a nap. She loves to take … Continue reading →

March 24, 2024 Do words written down with a rhythm and rhymeMature into music if given the time?Will a melody form as the words touch the heart?Or is there a melody, separate, apart, In search of a poem to marry … Continue reading →

March 20, 2024 A poem stirs memories deep in the soul.It touches the hearts of the young and the old.The rhyme and the rhythm, a sweet melody,The words paint a story, a vision to see. They help bring to mind … Continue reading →

March 13, 2024 Homonyms share sounds, sometimes share the same spell,Their meaning’s quite different, the context will tell.Now homophones sound the same, don’t be confusedAs to the meaning, which spelling to use. Homographs, meanwhile, are both spelled the same,But differ … Continue reading →

March 5, 2024 Super Tuesday has come, and we gather to vote.We help keep our country and freedoms afloat.No matter the candidate, whom you may choose,If you don’t cast a vote, then the country will lose. By neglecting to vote … Continue reading →

February 28, 2024 As I look back on high school, those days of the past,What are mem’ries, the shadows they cast?I remember with fondness our town, rather small,Where the neighbors were friendly, and we knew them all. Most of my … Continue reading →

February 25, 2024 In life I’ve had my share of thrills,Some ups and downs and even spills.But times that I remember mostAre quiet times when I could coast. Those times when I could steal away,A peaceful, blissful, quiet day.Out in … Continue reading →