NaPoWriMo Day 2: A Recipe

Recipe for Happiness

Take two best friends
Add humor, generosity
and unselfishness love.
Apply tender kindness
Then blend gently,
Avoid simmering,
Cover while kneading and
Generously add spice.
Season to taste.

Yields a lifetime of pleasure
Into bowls overflowing with happiness.
Serve daily over meals,
breaks and quiet times.


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NaPoWriMo Day 1: It Begins

Bumps in the Night

Under blankets,
Hide below.
Trembling.
We do not know
Where
Creepy sounds originate,
Grandfather clock
Shows hours, late.
Cats come alive
In dark at night
Pursuing things
That give us fright.
Things unseen,
Are surely there.
Unknown things
Striking fear.
We wonder if
They’re far or near.
No means to know
With creeping veiled
By dark at night.
Outside the cover
It can be found,
Seen only by the cats.


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Terror

I’ll be the gunner beside you
walking in the night.

It’s a thing, so beautiful from the start.
Taught to walk with sincerity. But a great terror.

To you, a beautiful terror to do your will.
Like my brothers, the dutiful men.

Like my brothers, a beautiful gunner.
Faithful to fulfill our alliance, fully.

You have me as a brother.
As partner in this life.

And where you go, perhaps I’ll die, but you’ll live your story. I’ll try to follow.

This lion of truth, to the end will be at your hand.
It’s me, traveling alongside. Your gunner.

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Outfield Terror at Twelve

I remember the smell of a newly oiled leather glove and its awkward fit on my left hand
I remember an eternal sea of grass where I was surrounded by infinite no see-ums
I remember playing the outfield because the coach had to put me somewhere
I remember watching the swing, hearing the crack and the ball soaring frightfully high
I remember my terror, watching the ball spin forward as it fell straight toward me
I remember tucking the heel of my hand against my belly and my awkward catch
I remember my teammates being amazed as much as I at my very first catch
I remember the runner on third smiling as he scored because I forgot to throw the ball
I remember my embarrassment at my late throw hardly making it into the infield
I remember winning that game, but for the wrong team
I remember how much I prefer football

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Life the in Day

Jumping behind the wheel, it’s a race between home and work.
Both are reluctant to be part, even for a minute.
A shared meal entices with olfactory teasing.
Prayer and reflection – savoring quiet time with a loved one.
Framed by the window, the silhouette changes.
Crawling toward the shower, both needed and desired.
Legs wrestle with blankets. Surrender.
A silent sliver of sunlight shines through the window.

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Long Lines of Democracy

Across the country – mud slinging and name calling. Is that the answer?
As thoughts take action, neighbors revealed their true selves, by casting ballots.
The fog dispersed. Morning shed new light on life – candidates chosen.
What were we thinking? There are none who are content and polls are now closed.
Some may not like it. Some might want to leave our land. But most accept it.
And ultimately, this principle makes us shine – our democracy.

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Oh Darling, Yes I Do

With hair a mess and morning breath
I am a sight to see.
Until I brush and clean myself,
Please keep your eyes closed tight.
Do you love me anyway?

Oh Darling, yes I do.
With lovely hair and brilliant eyes,
I cannot help but stare.
For in my sight, no matter what
Your beauty rocks my world.
Oh I love you every day.
Oh Darling, yes I do.

Sometimes I cry and don’t know why,
So emotionally.
And then there’s moods that ebb and flow
Now watch out when they come!
Do you love me anyway?

Oh Darling, yes I do.
For that’s the way you share yourself –
With such a lovely heart.
And though you keep me on my toes,
You’ve opened just to me.
Oh I love you every day.
Oh Darling, yes I do.

I saw some grey sprout in my hair,
It seems I’m getting old.
Upon my hips and everywhere,
It’s too much cellulose.
Do you love me anyway?

Oh Darling, yes I do.
My hands run through that silky hair
You’re youthful to the touch.
And when I hold you, oh so close,
Perfection in my arms.
Oh I love you every day.
Oh Darling, yes I do

I worry now as years pass by
I’m getting old, you know.
The same old song you’ll hear each day,
Sung by the same ol’ me.
Do you love me anyway?

Oh Darling, yes I do.
We travel life, both hand-in-hand.
Growing old, together.
Be with me now and sing your songs
Do it forever more,
Oh I love you every day.
Oh Darling, yes I do.

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