Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Dance With Me

Dance with me
Hear that jazz play
We will be
redeemed in the sway

Let the others make way
I deem this night ours
These few hours

In your affection
Do not be remiss
I long for the perfection
of your kiss

Let the others see our bliss
Don't miss the chance
Hold me and dance.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Get Listed for Feb.: Absent
and Play It Again Toads, Rhyme Royal

Tuesday, February 17, 2015


Hush now
You've had your chance to speak
Now it's my turn
I know what you did
I can see through
things more substantial than you, honey
Don't "Wait, baby, baby" me
I'm so not in the mood
You made me a promise
You broke that promise
'Nuff said
Now it's time to pay, lamb
Did you really think you were so clever
that I wouldn't catch you?
Or maybe you thought I was so lovestruck
that I'd forgive you?
Well, you were wrong
I'm not forgiving by nature
You should have known what I was
when you remarked on my eyes-
so chatoyant, you said
and how I purr when you stroke me
Well, you know what they say
about messing with the cat, cupcake
Don't worry
It will be relatively painless
and quick
if you don't struggle
You won't hear me coming
You won't see me
And when it's done
perhaps I'll present your broken body
to the next one who thinks
they can love me.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Promising
and Magpie Tales, Mag 258

Saturday, February 14, 2015


All around us the world is burning
I see our reflection in the flames
You bend to kiss the back of my neck
I melt from the warmth of your kiss

The warmth of your kiss brings life back
Burning with passion I rise
from the flames, like a Phoenix
My neck throbs with new blood

With new blood I feed the seed
that brings life back from the ashes
Passion rises as a new sapling stretches
as a Phoenix takes flight

A Phoenix takes flight from the flames
Feeding from the seed of destruction
The ashes lie scattered around our feet
Stretching for miles and miles all around

All around us the world is burning
I see our reflection in the flames
You bend to kiss the back of my neck
We burn on and on.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry Says: Is Love a Tender Thing?

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Hestia's Lament

Action Figures by Edith Vonnegut

Hestia sighs
"This Domestic Goddess gig is getting OLD!
Back in the day, I was worshipped
Sacrifices were made;
torches were lit
But now
I'm a glorified maid!
My brothers and sisters cavort
and carry on
while I stay here
tending house and raising the kids
Sure, I chose the domestic life
but, damn!
If I have to mop up another puddle of baby vomit
or vacuum one more hairball,
I'm going to scream!
I haven't done my Zumba workout in 3 weeks
and I need a mani-pedi NOW
before my feet look like Pan's!
It's time someone else tended hearth for a while
I'm taking a break-
right after I fish a Ninja Turtle out of the toilet!"

submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag 257
and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform

Monday, February 9, 2015


I watch your hands
as you strum the guitar
Imagine how your fingers
would feel against my skin
I want you
to run arpeggios up and down my spine
Stroke me
Press your fingertips here
and there
chords of pleasure
Make me moan with
your music.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Carilda Olivar Labra

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

That Guy

Does anyone know that weird guy over there?
He's been here all night, just to drink and to stare!
Does anyone know who invited him here?
He gives me the creeps with his grin and his leer!
He's been nursing that drink for well over an hour
His hair is so greasy, and he needs a shower!
Everyone else is just dancing and talking
He hasn't moved once; I think that he's stalking!
Not anyone here even knows this guy's name
How'd he get in here and what is his game?
He's holding that cig like he thinks it's seductive
Doesn't he know that it's counterproductive?
Oh my God! Really?!! He gave me a wink
Now I feel dizzy-hey, what's in this drink?
I think that I'd better just go and lie down
If he comes near me, I'll puke on that clown!

submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag 256

Sunday, February 1, 2015

The Boys

My boys, Soni and Puck
Furry bundles of cuddles, so easy to please
The smallest things make them happy
Tails wagging with glee for throwing their toys
They turn this cynical girl sappy
My dogs
Snuggly, warm, wonderful, sweet bed hogs!
My boys
I'd give them anything because
they give love with abandon and ease
My gifts with four paws!

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Flash 55 Plus, Robert Herrick Stanza