Running on Banana
by | posted in: daily poem, food, poetry | 1

I’m running on banana
and a handful of nuts,
which is okay as long as I
am sitting on my butt.
But when I finish all my work
and get up to take a break
I will need some more food
like a taco or a steak.

I’d Rather Have
by | posted in: daily poem, desire, poetry | 0

Going to stores can be dangerous,

and looking at the ads
that come in a bag on Tuesday night
can be just as bad.
I thought I had what I needed.
I thought I had enough.
But when I looked around I found
some pretty awesome stuff.
I want a high-tech tablet.
I want some cuter shoes.
I want a box to wind the hose
and paint in pretty hues.
All this stuff would be so nice,
but you know what’s funny?
When I come home (and close the ads)
I’d rather have my money.

My Sister Is Coming Today
by | posted in: daily poem, family, poetry | 0

My sister is coming today.
We have a place she can stay.
She’s bringing her laundry and a big backpack
in that college-student way.
My sister is coming by car.
My sister has traveled so far
with her laundry and her big backpack
so we can be the sisters we are.

Her Brother
by | posted in: daily poem, love, poetry | 0

When she jumped to save her brother,
she wasn’t thinking about how he shouldn’t have gotten so close
or the pros and cons of guardrails
or the temperature of the water.
When she jumped to save her brother, she only thought of her brother.

The Hub
by | posted in: daily poem, poetry | 0

The hub,
the center of a wheel,
is there to hold the wheel together,
each spoke spinning and moving
while the hub stays and stays.
Is it the hub that turns the wheel
or the wheel that turns the hub?
Either way, the hub doesn’t get much outside contact,
and she has to continually remind herself
that everything does not revolve around herself.

The Red Hen
by | posted in: daily poem, desire, food, poetry | 0

The red hen is the loudest.
She bosses the others around.
The red hen wants to be
the loudest chicken kept in town.
The red hen wants to be a rooster,
crowing atop the coop.
The red hen won’t be satisfied.
The red hen will be soup.

Get Well
by | posted in: daily poem, health, poetry | 0

I’ll bring you water, herbal tea,

and orange juice to drink.
I’ll tell you “Drink it all,
you are thirstier than you think.”
And if you don’t drink it all,
I’ll be able to tell.
But most of all, I just want
you to please get well.

Just Things
by | posted in: daily poem, mood, poetry | 0

When the floor is clear and I can walk,
my head is clear to think and talk.
When my computer runs out of space
I feel so full behind my face.
When the snow begins to melt,
I feel alive as I’ve ever felt.
I feel like I’ll explode or sing
depending on these things– just things!

Seven Every Week
by | posted in: daily poem, meta-poetry, poetry | 0

I may not write a poem each day,
but seven every week.
Some people hardly say a word,
but they make up for it when they speak.
I hope I too have something to say,
some thoughtful point to make,
something that makes you think, something
that’s worth the time it takes.

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