Posted in funny on October 27, 2009| Leave a Comment »
I began to write poems
In the midst of a recession.
At a time when it seemed like
An unlikely obsession.
It certainly wasn’t
Going to be my profession.
Especially when I hadn’t had
One single lesson.
My 401K was dwindling
By the hour.
So I thought I’ld write a poem
To avoid being sour.
Without very much talent,
I can guess what you’re thinking.
But a poem each day,
Is better than drinking!
So don’t waste time crying
About Bernie Madoff.
Just get busy rhyming
I guarantee a payoff!
Posted in life on October 23, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Oh, to be in Italy
As an artist.
Not a Mother, a
Daughter, or a tourist.
Navigating the sultry images
Surrounded by old- time beauty.
Roaming the narrow streets,
With dreams of a creative
Life so sweet.
To think Michelangelo
Was able to hone,
the luminous perfection of David
Carved from a massive stone.
In 1504 his winter white
Marble was lifted.
This from the hands of a
Young man, so gifted.
Among ancient cathedrals
And frescos towering above,
Sunny Piazzas,
And couples in love.
Oh, to be in Italy
As an artist,
Not a lover, a
Friend, or a tourist.
Posted in life on October 18, 2009| Leave a Comment »
My name is Gabriel
When I was young
My Mom gave speeches
And stood on a podium.
She took her guitar
To VietNam and Cambodia.
In Newport she was Queen.
Bob Dylan was her poet,
Greenwich Village was her scene.
Preforming folk music
Was not her only thing.
She would march
On Washington
With Martin Luther king.
Her God-given voice
Allowed her to sing,
For peace and civil rights
She “Let Freedom Ring”!
Though often in jail,
She sang like an angel.
She is lovely and tanned
My name is Gabriel.
The years have gone by
As if it were planned,
I make music
With my Mom
In the Joan Baez Band.
Posted in life on October 13, 2009| Leave a Comment »
I creep down stairs in early dawn,
My kitty stretches and gives a yawn.
Reaching for my favorite cup
I boil the water before anyone is up.
The whole house slumbers,
There’s only me.
Somehow it’s sacred,
This ritual of tea.
I silently retreat to
My morning place,
Before the day appears full face.
I sip some tea and grab a book,
All settled in I listen and look.
As green and gold fabric
Unfolds before me
My morning place will never bore me.
Though soon I’ll need a new cocoon
My morning place serves four full moons.
But wrapped in a blanket, determined to stay
The cold breath of Fall is beginning to play.
With a gust and a whisper
I’m reminded of Winter
And the glory that’s different
From this brilliant day!
Posted in life on October 7, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Verdant fragrances
Varied greens
Shelled avocados and
Shiny black beans
Wiffs of cilantro leave a
Scent so alluring,
Freshly cut tomato
Makes it anything but boring.
Chopping
Chisels away the time.
Squeezing
Volumes of fresh lime.
Taste buds jolted
Dancing with delight!
Red onions so pungent
They add quite a bite.
Bright blue bowls of
Organic chips,
Making it one of her
Favorite dips.
Like a bowl of confetti
In red, green and black,
This rainbow creation is more
Than a snack.
She adds sweet yellow corn for more
Color and Crunch. Now
Carlos and Carmen
Are ready for lunch!
Wading Place Path 