Positive Extinction

Pain and sorrow,
Bleak tomorrows,
Loneliness, depression deep…
You believe it,
Think you see it:
You’re not worthy of your dreams…

In this world of churning changes,
Couldn’t these become extinct?

Likely no,
So may we grow
In all the good we can perceive!


My Quadrille in response to Linda’s “extinction” prompt at
dVerse.

The Lost Muse

I used to play my instruments and sing.
I wrote a song each week for several years.
The furthest I get now is just to think
And wonder why, which always turns to tears.
The feelings in my life are sad but clear,
The circumstances changed, but for the best?
There’s benefit in breaks and needed rest;
I feel the choice was taken and not made.
I’ve lost my songful spirit, now depressed.
I pray the Muses hasten to my aid!


Dizain #3 for
dVerse.

The Trail Inside

(Ukulele, written 2017)

What Peace Means to Me

A morning cup of coffee,
Hot and strong and sweet.
A comfy pair of jeans
With sneakers on my feet.

Thanking my Creator
Before I start this day.
Affirming I can make it through
When things don’t go my way.

A hug, a laugh, a smile
From one who understands
That it’s OK to deviate
From all our best laid plans.

Just knowing that the hard times
Cannot last too long.
And hearing unexpectedly
A joke, a poem, a song.

Peace is doing better
Than I did the day before.
It’s never all the big things,
But the small that mean much more.


For today’s
#Ragtag Daily Prompt #RDP #Peace.

From the Inside Looking Out: A Blind Journey

From the Inside Looking Out: A Blind Journey

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

Morning come’s but none too soon,
For it’s always night in the mind of the blind.

Morning come’s but none too soon,
Just a bit of light is all one need’s to find.

Sometimes sound’s are merely enough to start the day.
First thought that come’s to mind is surely to kneel down and pray.
For the Lord has blessed you with one more day.
What’s the purpose of this extended stay?

The city wake’s with entirely too much noise.
The fact that God has granted one more breath
Fill’s the heart with so much joy.

Should it really matter what we can or cannot see?
Life’s destiny is not up to you or to me.

To overcome the bad day’s along with the good
Show’s the true strength of a man or a woman,
Even if you never thought you could.

Find that special inner strength
That we all possess;
Never let yourself get down
Or feel depressed.

The Light of the Lord is all we need to survive.
He’s kept us here this long
To live life to the fullest,
To love and continue to strive.

No matter your religious or spiritual affiliation,
Do whatever it takes to make it through the day!

May the Lord bless us all and keep us all safe!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

Shared for
dVerse OpenLinkNight – Faces to Ponder.

Submitted for
#RDP #Ragtag Daily Prompt #Night.

Raining Change

It doesn’t really matter what I think about the past,
Or if my thoughts and words and actions hurt me looking back.

For only with a downpour, not a shower or a drizzle,
Can the tears within my heart bring on a change more than a little.

‘Cause the past is done and over, and the present is right now.
All the healing that I’m seeking, I can find by asking how.

When I’m living by the answer, it’s real changes that will last,
So the only thing that matters is to let the past be past!


My response to today’s
#RDP #Ragtag Daily Prompt, #Drizzle.

Balm #RDP #Ragtag Daily Prompt

Life is stressful, we all know.
Mine’s no different, winds that blow
Come bursting out of skies of gray
And blow debris every which way.

I try and try to keep my head
From spinning, spinning full of dread…
The stress keeps me from keeping peace,
But love’s a precious balm to me.

It makes me think and cry in pain,
But never ever ends the same.
For love that changes everything
In healing hands is holding me.

I must remember as I go
Through life so fast and winds that blow,
That all is well and all is sure
In love that heals forevermore.


My response to today’s
#Ragtag Daily Prompt #RDP #Balm

Rivers of Song

I have written songs,
Unrelated to each other
Yet related to me
And relationships I have,
Have had,
Or would like to have.

Love the Broken Ones

Salty Tears

Soul Reflection

Every song
Is a river –
Flowing,
Flooded,
Or longed for.

Cry me a river?
No, I cry my own
In song.

And I feel
Better
For the cry.

And the river of my life
Flows onward!


My response to Amaya’s prompt, “Cry Me a River,” at
dVerse.