Panh, what a faithful friend
Sticks with me through thick and thin
Daring, loyal, partner in crime
One who'd give you
Her very last lime.
Been through a lot and come out on top
The perfect guest for a weekly bar hop!
Sunday, June 25, 2023
The Sherbet Sun Sinks Low, draft no. 1
The sherbet sun sinks low
Swaying, though the time is slow
Blushing cheekbones,
Cavalier--
No one believes my story here.
I'd take myself to another place,
If I truly trusted God's grace.
The poet laureate of Peonies Drive (draft no. 1)
The poet laureate of Peonies Drive
Wrote so few poems
Neighbors thought she wasn’t alive.
She went about from day to day
Flopping on sofas and beds in dismay
Saying, “I have nothing, plumb nothing,
Just nothing to say,
And it has gone on this way for interminable days.
Someone please take this poor poet’s crown away.”
So someone did and left her there
With nothing on top of her dark brown hair,
Alone and in throws of deep despair,
The once poet laureate of Peonies Drive,
Who had all but forgotten how to jive.
January Haiku Challenge
Day 1
Poor amaryllis
facing away from the sun
proud, yet very lost
Day 2
Carmel-by-the-Sea
ever in my thoughts and dreams
thumbprint for a house
Waiting for a prince
to whisk me to the ocean
how my ankles itch
Yelling at the app
for mucking with his order--
better fish to fry
Halo round the moon
branches still, no starts in sight
upper window view
Thought I heard dad yell
but it was a dog barking
diff’rence hard to tell
Day 3
Bike Trail Walk
Wind pushing our backs
cheeks pink with winter’s pinching
January stroll
Shower Her Off Dance
Four left feet between
us, cannot find the rhythm
yet stretching for love
Day 4
Packing
Putting groceries in
bags, feel twinge in lower back--
middle age is hard
Sharing
Borrows yoga blocks
to lift his computer screen--
good to have son back
Day 5: New Walking Buddy
Left right left we go
walking around Titletown
stretching limbs and minds
Day 6
I think I am stuck
stucker than stucker than stuck--
time for paper dolls
On my phone too much
relearning how to dawdle--
how tech-free fun heals!
Day 7
Blood curdling screams
over electric fan wire
never mind my heart
Day 8
Assessing damage
alibis, apologies--
marriage is hard work
Day 9
My world is quite small
paper doll cutouts is all--
inner child work
Day 10
A family chat
community group women
holding what is good
Day 11
Arcs of heavy snow
shoveled toward the edges--
plumber on his way
Day 12
Posting on Facebook
never know the response to
moldy rugs, haikus
Day 13
Wordle running streak
broken by murky mistake--
still the world goes on
Day 14
Everyone read this
on women in ministry
before it’s too late
Day 15
Heart wreath on the door
Valentines in the mail box
Where is the postman?
Day 16
If I’m too naïve
to be teaching men at church
why trust me with kids?
Day 17
Tissue for my nose
brisk wind watering my eyes
January walk
Day 18
Nestled by the fire
stacks of books on the table
January bliss
Day 19
Trying not to scratch
itchy patches on ankles
eczema torture
Day 20
Huel in a cup
claims healthier than ramen--
nothing to write home
Day 21
TV in pjs
Next to hubby, watching Crown--
30 years married
Day 22
No snow on the ground
January protesting
I will not complain
Day 23
Mall walking with Panh
buying Christmas cards in January
can’t resist tigers
Day 24
Itchy red ankles
eczema on the loose
no doctor ‘til March
Day 25
Volunteering gig
Time to help the shop I love
DPCO fun
Day 26
I Timothy scares
Got big girl pants on, reading
Give me wisdom, God
Day 27
Slippery sidewalks
More excuses not to walk--
Oh, for willpower
Day 28
Clomp, clomp, swishy-swish
East River Park snow shoeing
glad for little wind
Day 29
Walking at the mall
so many stores on my route
yet, nothing I want
Day 30
Thirty-fourth birthday
of when I trust Christ
on PEF ski trip
Day 31
Haiku thirty-one
My month-long fun is over
Keep going! I say
90 Years Strong (to the tune of “Coconut Woman”)
Who
hails from Princeton ‘55
Knows
every rock and plant alive
Plays
American folk on the guitar
Did
cartoons for his alma-mart-ar’
No, he isn’t turning
fifty--Donald E
But he’s sometin’
pretty nifty--turns 90
No, don’t tell me
I’m a liar--Donald E.
Yes, his age is
getting higher--turns 90
An
Ancient Order of Essex Weeder
A
guy who knows a thing or two--
Donald
Miller you’re right, that’s who!
No, he isn’t turning
fifty-- Donald E
But he’s sometin’
pretty nifty--turns 90
No, don’t tell me
I’m a liar--Donald E.
Yes, his age is
getting higher--turns 90
90
years strong and more to fill,
Just
gave 90 ties to the Goodwill.
Delivered
more babies than New Hampshire had bats;
Guess
he’s loosin’ it up for the final laps.
No, he isn’t turning
50--Donald E
No, he isn’t getting
wimpy--turns 90
Donald E like iron--Donald
E
He be strong like a
lion--turns 90
Let’s
give one last cheer to the dapper chap
Donald
Miller, the most cherished pap
If
you see him on a drive or at the store
Be
sure to wish him “Happy Day” and many more
‘Cause the fella’s
turning 90--Donald E
Donald E, the strong
and mighty--turns 90
Donald E like iron--Yes,
indeed
He be strong like a
lion--turns 90
How Weird Is It?
By Mom/Jen Hunt
Treated to meals out, meals in,
Mini golf, hikes, plays and gin*,
Scrabble and streaming,
Thrifting and mammoths,
Chinese and church friends,
Dr. Pepper and sculpture gardens
Magnolia, Rudy’s, HEB and Buc-ees--
Getting writer’s cramp just
documenting all the activities--
To wrap up, let this poet laureate confess,
Austin may be weird,
And have hip things to do,
But the best thing by far
Was seeing you two.
*(tequila didn’t seem to fit)
Thursday, July 21, 2022
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