Poems 24 through 30! Did it! Thanks for joining me.

Poem # 30

I will not give up,

I will not lean.

I will not forget,

I will not regret.

I will not let

love crack.

Poem # 29

My hands reach and touch your words that reach across and tell me yes.

Poem #28

If I could paint,

I would paint you.

Poem # 27

Lasagna slips through my lips all

hot and creamy as the cheesy, saucy, luscious

layers linger and lets me enjoy…passion!

Poem # 26

The geese fly over going north or south

and I wait as they call.

I think they are calling me to join them,

so I wait and wonder what it’s like to fly.

I look up and watch as they form their triangle as they sing in unison;

“Come one, come all, it is so much fun up here.”

I wish I could accommodate.

I wish I could levitate.

I want to join in on the fun.

Someday, someday I will run,

and leap, and take flight.

Now that will be a sight.

Poem # 25

My guitar is split on the side but it still sounds like honey.

I strum and it resonates life back…

my heart becomes full of feeling evoking a sound from deep within and

I sing and sing.

The strings stay with me and accompany me to heaven.

Poem # 24

Obsession, compression, depression, impression, oppression, repression, succession, discussion, repercussion, expression, procession, aggression, confession, bull session, concession, digression, accession, possession, cession, precession, secession, transgression, discretion, suppression, progression,profession,intercession, retrogression.

Poem # 23

Poem # 23

                         Attempt at a Ghazal

What do you think you are doing, Maryanna?

Wanting something you can’t have?

Where will she go, Maryanna?

Does she know, Maryanna?

Writing, working, studying, learning, hopeful is Maryanna.

Will everything be alright, Maryanna?

She takes risks, Maryanna,

For the good hopefully, Maryanna.

Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel is Maryanna,

 Knowing, seeing, feeling is Maryanna.

Here are Poems 21 and 22. Lets see if I can play catch up and get in 8 more by end of the last day today.

Poem # 21

All This Talk

All this talk about tax

and middle class

while I think about

planting seeds.

I plant this seed and

it will sprout without

much interference

on my part.

I want to sow the seed of

forgiveness

love

compassion.

What will it yield?

All this talk about

gas prices

oil companies

and politics.

While I think about

paying bills

cleaning house

cooking meals.

I want to pay tribute

to my parents

who worked hard

to get me here;

I want to clean up

the environment

of pollutions

and toxic waste.

I want to cook up

a new idea for ending war.

Does any of that help?

Can we talk?

Poem #22

Why do robins walk across the street when they can fly?
             Why do I stop to let them cross?
              I want to fly, they want to walk.
                 If I sing, will they talk?
          Into my home, should I let them live,
            cook, clean and sleep in my bed?
     Should I build a nest high in the apple tree,
              for me and my whole family?                 
      Imagine the gossip among the red red robins.
                 Would they gather for tea
                        under the tree
              and look up pointing, look, see?
                  Will they start a petition to
                         force me out?
                 Will they form a picket line
                           and shout?
                               No;
                         they will walk,
                           I will wait,
                         ‘til they cross
                     and I will fly, fly, fly.

Here's poem # 20. Ten more days to go in the month of April and 10 more poems to come hopefully.

Poem # 20

The dark night of the soul wasn’t supposed to be like this.

I didn’t know I would be laughing, crying, aching,

celebrating.

Maybe I think too deep.

Maybe I love too much.

Maybe I need to let go of the maybes.

I think too deep and

yes, I love too much.

How else am I going to be me?

You can take me, leave me, forgive me, love me and

I will always love.

I will always be there.

I will always.

I will

Poems 18 and 19! Poem 19 is a special tribute to our daughter Tama.

Poem # 19

I was going to write something amazing today, something that could win a prize for the best poem ever written. But I’m stumped. I think of you, and I see me. In your words, humor, heart. They call it a gift, a blessing, a miracle. I call it home. You came and I came home. That’s it. You did that. And because of that, I will never be alone. And know this deeply in your heart, I will always be there with you, wherever you go in your life, in the music, in the trees, in all the faces that you see. Thank you for choosing us. It is the best birth present we ever got.

Happy 19^th Birthday Tama

Love Mom and Dad

Poem # 18

Everything is gonna be alright

tonight.

Tomorrow is a different story.

I’ll wake up covered in man-made guilt.

Torn between two decisions,

looks like I need to be strong.

What’s it gonna take?

I don’t know.

Should I have pancake

 and eggs or

a healthy protein shake?

Poem 17. Bear with me folks...

Poem # 17

So, if I blah, blah, blah,

then I can blah, blah, blah.

But if you blah, blah, blah,

I won’t blah, blah, blah.

I have to blah, blah, blah,

If I am going to blah, blah, blah.

That’s why we need to blah, blah, blah,

So we can blah, blah, blah.

Let’s blah, blah, blah,

Holding hands and blah, blah, blah together.

Poem #16 Kiddo's.

Poem #16

I am not a reason

I am not a mistake

I am not an excuse

I am not an obligation

I am not an imposition

I am not a lie

I am not a blank canvas

I am not a slave

I am not worthless

I am not a dreamer

I am the dream!