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Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Poem of the Day

The Day After Christmas
By: Al Manning

Twas the morning after Christmas
And all through the house
The children were sleeping
All quiet as a mouse.

The stockings we had hung
By the fireplace with care
Now look forlorn
Cause there’s just nothing there.

Toys, blocks and legos
Were strewn on the floor
Totally surrounded 
By wrapping paper galore.

I slumped on the sofa
My hangover was bad
As I tried to remember 
How much fun we had.

Then out on the lawn
I heard such a clatter
I stumbled to my feet
To see what was the matter.

I spotted Santa getting out
Of a big limousine
The look on his face
Was the worst I had ever seen.

He looked at me sadly
With a shake of his head
“You ain’t gonna believe
What my GPS said.”

“Nothing in this world can 
Make me get over my stress
Many presents I delivered
Were to the wrong address.”

“They want me to fix this
Now, today.
I’ve got news for them
I ain’t gonna play.”

“There’s a new outfit in town
That can take over my chore
You probably know it already
It’s called Amazon store.”

Monday, April 29, 2019

Poem of the Day

By: Judith Stanton

A dozen years ago you bought
this isolated farm, enticing me to
come live with you on a lazy country road
sometimes an hour or two between
cars and trucks, the odd tractor

Now the bridge over Brooks Creek
Is blocked for repairs for the next
one hundred days detours anywhere
we try to go to town to stores to meetings
tonight tomorrow, none I come to learn
more confusing  or elusive as I discover
than the pathways
to your guarded heart.

Sunday, April 28, 2019

Poem of the Day

For my dear friend
Sam, the cat
 By: Judith Stanton

I too am excited
that you are you
and I am me
and we are we
you kneading me
me needing you
you purring madly
me taking deep
relaxing breaths
as we curl up together
lifelong friends
the us in we
the we of us

Saturday, April 27, 2019

Poem of the Day

Storm struck
By: Judith Stanton

Late May, skies darkening
all afternoon. Only an hour
ago Doppler radar said 
the storm would skirt us.

But no. Thunder rumbles
in the dark night. Far away
sheet lightning streaks the sky.
Rain falls heavy down and wind 
whistles through the chimney,
rain shattering on tin dampers.

Storm struck this afternoon 
I embark on my new life,
claiming custody of what I do, 
what I know, who I am. 
Embracing this thunderstorm
of change.

Friday, April 26, 2019

Poem of the Day

Spring Falls Down
By: Rick Bylina

Spring, who cares?
Red clay mud reigns.
Mosquitoes reborn.
Hot, cold, make up your mind.
Yard work breaks my aching back.
Last fall’s leaves hide sneaky branches.
Pollen blizzard covers everything.
Birth of ticks, May flies, and blood sucking gnats.
“Basketball’s over. Get outside,” she bellows.
“Hose down the house, waterproof the deck, spread manure.”
Fishing season starts, casting with the fellows.
Scrape off the barbecue, shoo away the bats.
The grass greens. Birdies begin to sing.
Heating bills bow to cool breezes.
Lent ends. Chocolate is back.
Lay in hammock—unwind.
Give ’way garb I scorn.
Soft April rain.
Spring, I care.

“Mow the lawn. The grass is too high.
Trim the hedge.” I can only sigh.

Thursday, April 25, 2019

Poem of the Day

Death Came This Day
By: ​Carol Phillips

Death came this day
I felt it hovering
Amongst the leaves
Dried from winter's wind

Saw it in Megabyte’s
Unwanted meal and
In her collapsed legs

Heard it in her 
Sigh of discontent 
And her yelp as 
I lifted her

She wagged her tail
And ambled along 
Familiar byways

Death passed us by this day


Kathi called to say
Death came this day
Not Megabyte, but Bill

Too soon after
They married again
This second time 
More honest than the first

A phoenix born 
In ruins of their love
In her gentle grace

Death came this day
I felt its breath
In Kathi’s quiver
Embraced with Bill’s flame

Death came this day

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Poem of the Day

By: Jane Rockwell

Modest flowers, then
  wisps to wish on and scatter
     with your gentle breath.