I Five

Five-19 is a style or form of poetry. It’s a continuous rhyme of nineteen lines, and five syllables per line.

I Five

A portal in time,

Immortal is fine,

I sort of can rhyme,

I’m drawing the line,

I take what is mine,

It’s lemon not lime,

It has the right shine,

I date night the dime,

I treat her to wine,

I good guy not slime,

I like glitter not grime,

I like oak over pine,

I’m tuning the chime,

I worship no shrine,

I committed no crime,

I cordially climb,

Three planets in trine,

The stars will align,

A portal in time.

New Year Magic

For the last ten, a shift has been felt,

It’s way deep beyond, past Orion’s known Belt.

From the home of the Archer, where the fire burns bright,

A shooting star arrow brings visions and light.

I shall pour out my spirit, a quote from the bible,

Mull over connections, however, this knowledge is tribal.

The arrow, yes, eventually it hit its mark, and it gave possibilities.  There are gifts I believe, that do come from the heavens.  My belief however, is beyond a belief as in believing by chance or having blind faith.  There are many things going on in this world around you, and there are so many paths, roads, and possibilities.  When this becomes apparent, you will think you’ve completely lost your mind, but the reality is, for whatever reason, your awareness is being heightened.

As you dive into the strangeness and look even stranger to the people around you, know that you’re not crazy.  As matter of fact, you haven’t lost your mind at all.

Photo by Leo Cardelli from Pexels


Trick or Treat

Happy Halloween, I brought you a poem,

Relax and read, get snuggled at home.

The air is crispy, the breeze it blows,

Watch for the tricksters, they file in rows.

The sun is in scorpio,

A watery delight,

You can dive into feelings,

Or seek candy and fright.

The moon is in Sag,

My fiery friend,

November soon commith,

This night is the end.


*Don’t worry, I did not curse anyone!  💞🎃♠

Thank you, Александар Цветановић, with Pexels.com for the photo.

Hove ‘N’ Late

     I hate you because you’re a bum, and you have a beautiful home.  I hate you because you’re poor, and you’re rich.  I hate you because you’re fat, and you’re skinny.  I hate you because you won, and you lost.

You think about me though so do you really hate me?  Hate is confusing, and it doesn’t make sense.

I love you because…

…..because you know none of that stuff matters.

Love isn’t confusing, it makes perfect sense.


Poetry In Motion

If I buy Soup,

You’ll buy the same one too.

If you see me typing on my laptop,

You’ll quickly run to yours too.

If I leave my house and walk to the store,

You like to race me there too.

You don’t have to follow me through the door,

You can do what you like to do.

Doggy, you can do what you like to do.


Do you want me to put you on a leash?

Are you a bitch?

There’s nothing to see here,

Just people living their lives.