the laughter (when the girls gather)

it started when…

i remembered my brassiere was too tight

i began to wiggle and pluck….

and so did my girl with bigger size cup, it was contagious so to speak

we all began to giggle ’til we almost peed

(because, heck, we’re over 40, and that may just happen)

we were laughing…. so hard

we forgot what kicked off the cacklin’…

one by one, we begin to catch our breath

soaked faces and tear-drenched napkins

(Collective breath) Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

then, here she goes… (the one with the closet full of sport intimates)

“well, did you fix it?!”

…which sent us tumbling back into endless jest…

roaring happiness.




I disagree with what most say.

Love is not just love

It can take you away…


…on a moon beam or starship.

On a sunray while you daydream…


cups…it can take root

and ground you.

Love can make you stay…


…the bridge between me and you,

it can fill you full

when it’s true..


…it widens the heart,

unleashes you from your past

It lasts…


…and burrows deep into your soul.

It enlivens your spirit.

You can’t help but hear it…


…singing in soprano  notes and

in bass, when it’s low, slow

and mellow…


…if you have felt loved before then you know what I am saying

You know when you have Love;

You’re heart is never the same…


…the moments we number by the breathes we take;

we cherish those same moments when love takes our breath away…


There is no point in playing

when you could be, simply…

living in…Love.





Hump Day…Gotta Get Over

gotta get over

gotta get over


see, you can stick mondays

where the sun don’t shine

tuesdays can stand in line


but wednesdays, you gotta get over, over

to thursdays where you can see the light

of friday’s long, long nights


sleeping in on saturday mornings.

the afternoons are lazy

you become hazy on sunday, since monday’s soon after


you try not to think of things you must do, yet you still plan

or not to think of the things that will take you off your feet,

even though you still land


monday comes and you feel

like your drowning in quicksand

can’t envision friday for the sake of the tuesday at hand


when wednesday arrives again and you’re back where you started…

 you gotta get over, over, over

’cause, you know, getting on with life… just ain’t for the faint of heart

over, over, over…

It’s Beautifully Obvious…

…how I stumbled onto “His Love in Haiku (In Seven Days).” I simply, one day, decided to  challenge myself to experiment with the non-rhyming verse form, and the Haiku’s limited 5-7-5 syllabic structure. See, obvious. The seasonal, weather –environmental references came first– and, then, a good bit of my spiritual faith kicked in and the “He” emerged. “His Love” is God’s love in all forms: hope, fury, mercy, grace, etc. And that is the beautiful part…

I’ll share with you one more thing…. I’m still writing the seventh day. 🙂  I hope to finish it by the time the sixth day emerges here… until then, I hope you keep reading!!

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Peace and Poetry,