I'm going to be a grandma

Some people have already begun to call me grandma Violet.

I am very excited. Baby's to be born the end of April or perhaps beginning of May.

I bought the proud parents a stroller and this is the poem I put in the card.

Poem For Aliya & Joey

Dear Baby Boy

Baby’s almost here

Your child forever - to hold dear

His birth date close to our hearts

Family and friends celebrate

Watching us gather together in love

He awaits his fate to join our world

Son soon to bask in adoration

Leaving the wombs safe vibrations

After a long sleepy gestation

Finally meets his family of creation

Deny Death

Who will care when you’re no longer here?

When you’re not around

Who will miss the sound of your voice?

Who will miss the words let loose from your lips?

Will anyone claim to miss my words

Will anyone say, “I didn’t care for her

But her words evoke feelings I didn’t realize were there.”

Will someone care you’re not there?

Who will miss your fair face, blue eyes, and thinning hair?

Who will care when you’re no longer here 

Who remaining behind will tear their hair,

Who will cut their hair to mourn my spirit

Hoping for square deals, praying life is more than bones,

Blood warms, veins running through life’s crosshairs

Submit, omit, in charge none subsist. Ageist cloud co-exists, gray doubt settles near

Who will care when you’re no longer here?

When you die who will care, desolate discontent, wander

Who will care your power exceeds mine

Santa Maria, High Priestess of Soul spoke, “Who will miss you when you’ve not here? …

When I die,” She boasted, “people will mourn my spiritual powers. Unlike you, I have many followers, you see?”

Unimpressed, hurt by words undo and rescue me since birth,

I ponder her claim to followers and my lack of them.

My words require breath of invigorating air recalls escaping words

Follow the words you can’t see, can’t hear song they daren’t breathe?

Dig it! What if they tax the air we breathe, claim it’s ok cause there’s a shortage of breathable air.

What will they think of next?

Do you really care if anyone here remembers your words become … prayers

Do you struggle with each word like a long lost lover you ache for final touch

Do you really care if people plough through, don’t remember nor feel you’re no longer here?

Unhealed by moonlight, like lost stars dissolved, exploded, imploded

Time passes, no one reads your words, remembers you were words …

They don’t recall Santa Maria either. Pretenses abound people worship an empty ideal

Who will remember?

Who will delight in memories revived by a sip of moonlight glow

Memories know, slowly fade … die

Attempts to forget fail, why’s be gone

Why we harbor death while we’re still alive

You're No Good Baby

I just wrote this and I hear the song in my head each line from an old song to be sung exactly the way it was sung back in the day.

Baby you’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good,

Baby you’re no good

You snore like a wild boar sleeping winter away

Eyes wide open you pretend you’re awake

Dirty little secrets tucked away

Hide behind waves of nausea

Send me off the deep end

While you snore the winter away

Night and day night and day never awake

You snore day and night away

Pretending you’re alive while I live the dream

Dream a little dream for me

You insist to break my heart snore

Away your life in a misty gleeful mess

Liking life on the edge

The very thought of you makes me cringe

Life on the edge while searching for a way to hedge climbing the ledge to a new nice ice way while climatic shards whip my heart into shape

The very thought of you

Brings me to the edge

Breaking up is hard to do

Ah, Ah Ah, Ah Yeah yeah

Yiyaye hehahay, Ah ah

My heart fakes desire like a wind up car

Eat my cake and like it too

Cause breaking up is hard to do

You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good

Baby you’re no good

My breaking heart and I agree we were never meant to

You hide behind walls of deceit, pretend you’re awake when you’re barely alive

I cry, “Baby please, please hear my pleas! Baby please!”

Too smart for our own goods, we waver endlessly to the beat set before us,

You hide, we glide on angel’s wings

Each day obsessing over beginning, find a new way to start each day

The very thought of you   (fade out)

Ode to Wellington

My Daddy was a complex man

A pianist and musician

Tinkled the ivories, up and down scales his hands ran

A father, a member of the church board

A teacher, a member of the community

Daddy created performance opportunities

Daddy loved music, played piano with passion

His performances received many ovations

His love for music didn’t follow current fashion

Daddy loved opera, show music, Beethoven, Chopin

Daddy sent me chocolate and carrot cake from Omaha Steaks

Daddy had a big personality combined with

An even bigger voice

Daddy liked to knock back vodka Stolis

His poison of choice

Daddy said recently, “Son I don’t drink anymore,”

I laughed later; putting away meats he’d sent me shopping for

Lying in the freezer was his prized Stolichnaya Vodka   (stol-ich-na-ya)

My Daddy liked to knock back the Vodka Stolis

Quality vodka from Russia Papa liked

Daddy liked to talk, carried a conversation

My Daddy was only human, like the rest of us

Daddy liked to party and partied hardy till the end

With his many friends

A few days before his death he'd planned

A big birthday celebration, a yearly event, at a nearby hotel

Everyone came to party with Daddy

This years’ event happened without my Daddy

He wanted to go but couldn’t get out of bed

Who would’ve though two weeks later he’d be dead

Daddy forgot to invite me but I didn’t mind

Luckily Lia was there to find out why he hadn’t arrived

That final party was short lived

Memories shared survive in my heart crash-dived

Daddy passed down his love for music to me

The love for art ran deep through both sides of my family

Dad wasn’t all bad; he wasn’t all good
He was my dad and I loved him for all that he was

I've helped several people by writing Mother or Father poems after their loved one passed on. Here's another poem for a my husband's loss.

See Clearly Abundant Obstacles

Purple luminescent moon, deep florescent blue-sky

mirror eyes refuse to judge and see

I become one of them

I am one of them

The ones who have done wrongs

I am one of them

The one who sees the right

Moons up high in a golden sky

Up high, purple, not golden, I see it - violet, not yellow

One love one world one desire

Nature no longer pure

No one can fight the flow of love 

the truth will set me free 

the truth is set before me but I only see 

what they put there for me to see 

in control of xyz, who’s in control in domain e 

I can’t see but what is put before me 

I only see what they want me to see,
like Fox news on TV, 

I’ve become part of what they let me see

Please let me see

Fear the answer in deed

The truth will set me free

Truth wind and fire, free desire

I’m on fire tonight

What a sign a sight of Taweret       (prounouced D-aww-waH-Ray)

Seshat made me ride the dragon

Turned tides trite keep the darned lamp lit

I know where to sit plus I gave you my turn

Reality begs the question to answer

Com’on and give me some loving keep it tight tonight

Give me some of that sweet loving tonight

Found a man to do me right

Give me some of that sweet sweet loving tonight

The very sight of you makes me cry

remember the night you first invited me to join you

Sweet cheat in my heart

Eyes Wide Open I see the magic mysteries of trees

Easy to see magic in trees, adorned and leaves bereft, 

flowers and other foliage carried away in the storm 

I can’t digest the storm in my heart

Thunders with discontent

Doors close, all alone, listening to word play, 

new words mist to old, the saxophone wails 

while my heart fails to close, 

beg for mercy feel snow flakes falling on my head

Silver branches reverie, a starlit night, stark bare branches

crystalized icy leaves twinkle bright on a bitter chill night

November ends red and violet changes to gold caprice and yellow

mystified by how simple a delight

Ice my shivers, silver dragon fantasies



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Seshat: Ancient Egyptian goddess of wisdom, knowledge and writing
Twaret: Protective ancient Egyptian goddess of childbirth and fertility.

Catch Me If You Can

If one was well enough to do everything one needed to do, to get relief one sought,

then one wouldn’t need the help he needs in the first place, would he?

Life is Catch 22 of the universe

He said, “I don’t understand why you insist on helping him,”

“I want to,” I said, “It’s a feeling I have to do and want to.

What difference does it make to you?”

While we waste time on bullshit

Epiphany strikes suddenly, a new sight, an oversight

The answer to the question that makes evil disappear

Warnings served years ago now come into play with global warming

Ignoring criticism about forefathers back in the day of humanity

Helps me to glimpse the truth that we'll never get away

Now technology makes it impossible to hide away

Know our religion, knows when we pray

Tracked by GPS, our cell phones, credit cards tracked, petition signing

Usage tallied and compiled daily

Threats to control humanity

Trickle down abuse flourishes

I try to spread the good word today

To foster peace in a world of abuse

Hope propagates, knowledge widens the scope,

more of us see the trickle down abuse encompassing earth

Come see, you know whom I mean! They ~ the big they, you know who they are,

They will not give us back this  great glorious land.
They fight for coin and silver.

Slowly we go to slaughter, like pigs, goats and cows,
we kill ourselves in their sham.

Forced to pay more than our share of taxes
It’s only paper you know, no more gold in Fort Knox
and, while the Masonry leads our government

Symbols lurk every place when you see

Small insidious devious concerns surround us, controlled

By society, daily news, TV, our jobs families, and our conscience

Our desires prevent our seeing

Facebook and twitter rule you can’t see

Enough to spin your head, dizzy, can’t comprehend why facebook

warns one not to add a lot of friends, you can only add so many each night

Isn’t adding friends a boon to Facebook?

Every day it becomes more difficult to understand the world I’m living in

They are not going to give our land back

If we don’t fight for our rights,
if we don’t take  back from the usurpers who have stolen our planet,
we can’t inherit the earth by common assent,
agree our land is not sold for gold, this land is god’s gift,
is not ours to give or buy, but to love and care for like we do our children …

This land is your land,

This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.

Another Peace Poem

Foster peace in a universe of abuse

Choose peace over sorrows and regrets, let loose

Excuse my bluntness while I try to mend my foolish heart

I’m begging you please

A piece of the pie

The all American style

I want peace

peace in every nation

peace on every occasion

in every location personal to station wide

a vacation from substance abuse

peace in a universe based on contempt

give me some peas in a pod,

I’ll give you a nursery breeding on continuums

of overpopulation saturated with misinformation

I’ll give you a universe one score and five million years ago

a new universe was born of peace, responsibility, utility,

continuity of many species

Make peace or face destruction of varied species of life

including the human race

or be at peace, meditation replaces medication

the one becomes the all

the all becomes the one and there will be peace