Grand Old Penis Party

Republican debate: 
aren't their hands great?! Elect a Republican 
and increase our world of sin!
Sexual innuendos, 
euphemisms abound, Yet in the hearts of church members, 
a leader is found?!
Is the desire, 
the need for change so great,
That we condemn our children 
to a new world of hate?!
Our playgrounds and schools 
are where this will play out, Rulers and math belong there, 
no reason to doubt, Until little Tommy gets sent home from school For breaking all the decency rules.
When mommy and daddy ask what went wrong, The debates you allowed me to watch, will be his song.
The Grand Old Penis Party teaching our children indecency and sin, Is this really what we want to be seeped within?

Forced Accident

Forced Silence
Penalization
turned Paradise.

Data speeds
Slowed by overuse --

Expected video
DENIED
Silence Remains.

Thoughts Expand
Imagination's Playground --
A ponderer's delight.

An accidental
conversation --


with God.

Spring Showers....

The wonderous smell
of a spring
rain

Washing
the world.
Minutes before
bathed in
Sunshine
and warmth.

A shower
turned
downpour

Watering
the little blue
crocus
 and
Lilacs
impending
flowers within.

A crack
of thunder;
no lightning
is seen.

Middle
of the day
Turned
to night;

Clouds
dampen not
the brightness
of the hour.

One lone
crack
of thunder:
An exclimation point
upon
the brief
spring storm.

Downpour
transformed
to light shower;
a shower
brought a
sprinkle.

A dry dog
on the porch,
Whines
in discontentment;
casting
her gaze upon
the lawn
and her
previously dry,
very clean,

toys.

Our Dance

Dancing.

I Love to Dance.

I've Danced,
many a Dance
with
varied partners.

For an
audience
I have danced:
Alone
for
eyes of others,
with a partner,
drawing in
the bemused.

My last
Dance Partner
My only.

Dance:
Foreheads touching;
Eyes closed,
we danced.


Souls touching,
we danced.

Our Dance:
The dance
of eternity:
Him
to me;
I am free.

Saturday Sun

Dogs & Cats
laying about
soaking in
the heat
of the
bright
winter sun

Whilst
the humans
of the home
go about
their
Sunny
Saturday
Silliness

My Weapons, My Battles

The quieter I am online,
The more I write.

Write,
my hand
by which
I write.

My pen.

The tool of
my Art --
No trade for me.

I write
because
I love it.

Because the
Words
FIGHT
their own
way
out of me.

When I
Stifle them,
Do not allow
them
their own voice:
the demons
of depression
and despair
only grow louder
in my head.

The unwritten words
fester
and ROT
and eat
at my happiness
with
the acid
of their
discontentment.

Until depression
becomes dismay,
and tears fill
once happy
eyes

A smile
no more.
Face,
free of the
lines of laughter
and holes
called dimples;
become
a salt flat of flesh.

Be gone
young demons --

I have fought
MANY a fight
with older
and mightier
than thou!

My Pen
swift be
my sword --

If it
be not
quick enough --

mine fingers
shall soon
have a more
virulent weapon
against ye!

a keyboard
shall
soon arrive!

Swift be
the fingers
that shall
slay these
demons --

Like those
before them!

Depression -
Despair -
Demons of my Dreams -
Be gone from ME
I seek Divinity!!!!

Harmony

The quiet --
The blessed quiet:

A bird chirps --
Two more join in.

A cat sneezes --
a dog scratches --
Fourth bird sings.

The gentle breeze
moves the clouds
slowly across the horizon --

Clatter of trains
across the tracks
With a loud whistled
announcement
that returns almost-
forgotten smiles.

Together, a harmony
of love and life.

Patience

Patience.

That one thing that in 45 years, I have never had. 

I have never found patience.

I am impulsive by nature and I enjoy it. 

Other people, not so much. My now ex husband hated it about me. 
I have been told by many that I need to find it. 

Where do I go to find patience?

I have gone into the woods.
I have traveled back and forth across the country. 
I have meditated deep into my soul. 
I found stillness. I found quiet. I found EnLIGHTEnment. 

No Patience.

Some say I have found patients. I know I am a healer.
I seek to be a stronger healer. 
Patients have found me. 

Still, no patience. 

Especially not with patients. 

THAT is something I feel I would like to learn:
Patience with patients. Patience with my self. 

But where, how, when, can I learn to have patience with finding patience to have patience with myself and my patients, NOW!?!?!?!

Grrrr.... patience.