Day 232, overthrowing the czar

it's when I feel like
kneeling, praying
praising, that sudden
burst of joy
lighting on my heart
that's when I know...
He's overthrown my
inner czar, a spiritual
coup has eroded my
authority and my soul
celebrates the temporary
end of it's enslavement
free to savor the fruit
all of me is toppled
except my ability to
open doors for him
my humbler heart a servant
my pride His plunder

Day 231, And hello to you

Hello little friend
Your see saw song is
Enchanting, lost it, found it!
Lost it, found it!
Bless your feathered heart
Your temerity is a gift
Over cars and wind, my own thinking
I hear you lost, looking
Found, rejoicing
You are a happy little beast
Whose reminding me to lighten up.

Day 230, pearl

At our church we are blessed to have the best chic I know as our womens minister. This poem is for you Dr. Deb Douglas. Luv ya!

Pearl

She is but one grain of sand
an irritant to the mollusk mouth of time
Not coincidentally placed
but divinely appointed.
A granule of wisdom and
an ivory coated blessing.
A Pearl.

Day 229, dark of day

Charcoal clouds innundate
The daylight, their smokey dust
A blanket of densest grey
No sun, no light
Yet, I know it's day
I woke to an auburn glow
Breathed in the stifling heat
Of dueling fronts
Static pops, lightening bolts
Thunders cry and steady
Curtains of rain all part
Of mother natures melting tensionS

Day 228, Zip it

Don't worry, I'm over my bad mood but I had one yesterday, sure did, and today I am going to take care of myself, treat myself to something calming. I've got the privelage of a husband who considers it his honor to be with our boys and that is indeed my good fortune today! I mistreat that poor man but he tolerates me well. Love you Sean.
Hush Your Mouth

Dude with the positive attitude
"Zip it!" yeah,
you heard me. I am not in
that kind of mood, I am cranky
and tired and not optimistic
"Get it?" hush with your plattitudes
and riddle me this, "What's wrong
with a good bad mood every now and again?"
Nobody said you had to stay, matter of
fact bad moods are designed for solitude
and I'd like some, "Now!" It's not
personal and I'm not the devil's spawn
I'm just tired and irratable and need to vent
and then veg and then, sweetheart, your
Frankenstein bride will be gone. Swear.

I love you, too. :)

Day 227, mellow joy

Mello Joy

I miss it
The casual cool
of home and coffee
cartoons. I need it,
want it, my own floor
my own bed, a special
spot to read and write in
I've an actual ache
and I've learned I do
love home, I've come to
know that I survive without
it and that resting in a
place not of your own making
is not restful but a mad
working, a stretching,
growing, taffy like knowledge
a sweetened relaxing of our needs
and wants.

this stuff best work!

Day 226, I'm most like a penguin...

It's a crumbling world
An avalanche of this and that
Landslides aside
Footing is tricky
Footing is impossible!
I bellyslide like an
Arctic penguin, a firmly fixed
Starting point and vague ideas
Of a landing place. Of course slide into
The deep blue and your majestic.
Slide into a berg, feathers flying
And your a piece of the Darwinian debate.
A thoroughly evolved moron.
Deep blue where are you?