This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
I have started to edit some of these mostly the kids poetry. I think there might be enough here for a book. We shall see.
The Light Carries Memories
Last night I felt my Self
Slip back inside myself
Sometimes my body
Is only a shell that others see
But the me that I know
Has left
I wonder, where does she go?
She rests
In a field of gold
Listens to birds sing
Feels the touch of a butterfly wing
Watches the warm sun and the cool breeze dance in the shade of a tree
Laughs as the ants crawl on her toes
The light carries memories
As she returns home
enjoy yourself
weekend’s over
monday’s here
no time for fighting
no frowns or tears
instead dig in
enjoy your work
wear a smile
don’t be a jerk
this day, like all
is a true gift
remember that
feel the lift
dive right in
to this here day
enjoy yourself
share, love, and play!
cleaning cleaning
dishes
bathrooms
floors and pans
things need cleaning
some by hand
seems that once
I clean a thing
the dirt returns
just like a spring
no matter what
it’s Never Done
cleaning cleaning
Never Fun!!
Sweet Sweet Candy
Oh! Sweet sweet candy
As far as my phone can see
Oh! sweet sweet candy
Delivered up, just for me
Oh! so gooey is Facebook
I chew and I chew and I chew
The posts keep on a’comin
No matter if I’ve something to do
Oh! the sweetness of Insta
So gorgeous and luscious to taste
I can’t stop scrolling and scrolling
Don’t leave any fine morsel to waste
Oh! the bitter of Twitter
A bit more dangerous, perhaps?
I’m not sure what I’m into
When I quit, I quickly relapse
Oh! here’s the richness of YouTube
I may never leave this here spot
Images and sounds like molten dark chocolate
I don’t care if it’s true or not!
Oh! so perfect, it’s TikTok
Like licking a sweet lollipop
These people, what are they doing??
I think I may never stop
Oh! My Sweet Sweet Candy
I’m sure this is taking a toll
Who cares, here comes more, goodbye my dear friends
I’m going back to doom scroll!
two places
two places to look
you could look inside a book
or instead close your eyes
to see what’s deep inside
two places to see
we can see both you and me
but when we close our eyes
do we have the same inside?
nothing too thought full
feel a bit hollow
have nothing to say
some days the words are
not formed all the way
best to invite them
to come out to play
if a strong breeze comes
they might blow away
nothing too thought full
this won’t win the day
but the streak of my writing
again it will stay
worry, fret
worry?
fret?
it’s all
a bet
we never know
which way it goes
we hope and pray
it goes our way
until one day
we end our stay
one dog, two dog
Hair mixed with dust
Tumbleweeds of fur
Sweep up you must
Better still, the vacuum’s whirr!
But oh! What is this?
One dog, now two!!
More mess! Did you guess?
What can I do?!?!
The hair it is flying
The mud is tracked in
I am surely not lying
When I say I can’t win!!
my poem, I do spy
Today the time it flew
Like a sparrow in the sky
It’s almost 5pm
No poem, my oh my!
The day, it almost ended
My streak almost untended
But here I am again
My poem, I do spy!
one little poem
one little poem
a collection of words
one little poem
neither sweet nor absurd
one little poem
a few simple rhymes
one little poem
eight easy lines
Sally Simpson Sykes
Sally Simpson Sykes
Loves to ride her bike
Up in early morning
Out until the night
Her feet are always pedaling
Even in her sleep
There’s no use in meddling
Her love is just too deep
Sally Simpson Sykes
Was born to ride and roll
A feeling always had
Down deep in her soul
You might see her riding
On trail or road or lane
In cold and hot, sun and wind
Even in the rain
Sally Simpson Sykes
Rides this way and that
The only thing that stops her —
A tire going flat!
around the house
dishes to wash
beds to make
laundry to fold
rugs to shake
floors to sweep
dust to delete
toilets to clean
do it all and repeat