Chico’s Mom

Bittersweet

Bittersweet, success from the start. Success drives the mind, body and heart. ~ Success for a better life. Life without strife. ~ Success to share. Share with those treasured ones who care. ~ Bittersweet, success when you’ve made it to the top. Only to find those you thought cared, stopped. *A poetic conversation 2024

The hunter; part 2

This was their sympathy? Placing me in the night sky for eternity? ~ Canis Major and Canis Minor my only companions. Feelings akin to abandon. ~ Denied my Merope, not from above. Blinded for my love. ~ Accused, Artemis for trying to rape her. Hunters we were. ~ Apollo’s jealousy over Artemis’, What a fuss?Continue reading “The hunter; part 2”

Behold!

I am so glad you said you were in a silly mood earlier today. I bit it not to make the cheese say: ~ ‘Found us, you did. Hunger pains you want to rid. ~ Eat us up in a salad. Much needed flavor. Your taste buds ballad. ~ Your mouth salivated. At our delightfulContinue reading “Behold!”

Angry cow: a haiku

Negative

I can say with the upmost honesty, I’m thrilled at the negativity. ~ Happy you are finally gone. Happy from my body you have been thrown. ~ Bye, bye Covid. You took away my novid. ~ Days I stayed held up in the house. Days I wasn’t quite as a mouse. ~ But you’ve gone.Continue reading “Negative”

Winter Season

Eggs? Oscar almost dropped his keys as his phone chimed in his pocket. It was Esther. “Hi.” “Well hello there.” He could hear the smile in her voice. “Sounds like I caught you at a bad time.” He chuckled, “it’s okay.” “What kind of plans do you have tonight?” “I was hoping dinner with youContinue reading “Winter Season”

Close your eyes…

The Hunter

Circles in my life: a haiku

Few circles contain truer quality that my circle of love ones. Monday Poetry Prompt: Circle, Few, Quality | Living Poetry

Bring me spring

Jealous, I am of your pretty weather. Thick rain keeps me to my chair tethered. ~ Cold temps are a drag. Mama on t.v., not to brag. ~ Planning vacation with fam-ends. Eatin’ chicken livers for din. ~ Homemade fudge and a diet Mt. Dew. Not too bad. Spew sky, spew. ~ *Bois d’ arcContinue reading “Bring me spring”