Poems

My poems write pictures, images,
They tell stories,
explore feelings and
create feelings.
They express my opinion,
give my loved ones affection.
My poems are my inner self,
My creations, my legacy,
My children.

Morning When I Lived With Daddy

To early Daddy
to be stomping
grunting your hahm grunts.
spoons on saucers
scooting chairs scratch
kitchen floors

Lie still, my body,
the sheets around are ice.
Lie still while Daddy's eggs
are soft boil bouncing
Lie still until the sun xhines.

To Steve

When you were my baby brother
I watched your eys,
marbles under skin pink lids
sliding     
              from side
to side

Stephen Edward sleeping

I couldn't wait to know him
taller than me.
to hear a deep voice in the other room.
but I didn't expect you to park you Kawasaki
in the lliving room.

Berrett's Words

A three year olds doll fingers
grinning across the hard surface
of his mom's pregnant tummy

I think
             I feel it
                          playin'
with it's toys.

Invisible

Even as a child,
sitting on the floor with
other children,
Even though we were sitting together,
I felt alone and invisible.
The teacher told us to go outside,
Suddenly,
All the children
were running over the top of me.
All I could see was legs
In front of my face.
"It is true."
I thought to myself,
"I am invisible."

Lovers Lane

The winding road
led to the top of the hill
covered with yellow weeds.
There was a look out point,
in the cool night air,
beneath the stars,
looking over the city lights.
What's missing?
Can you think of anything more lonely
than being by yourself
at lover's lane?

Sweet

Some people try to hard
to be sweet.
Too much sweet
can make people sick.
Sweet people run around,
smiling, bubblie
complimenting and kissing
with their red lipstick,
Curly hair and ruffled shirts.
Hugging everybody.
Smelling of cheap perfume.
Sweeter than chocolate
and much to much of it.
Yuk! Too Sweet!

Listen

Looking out of my window
I could see the ocean
covered with fog
Smelling of sea salt.
I could hear distant horn.
Listen to the peace.

The Sunset

Looking over the ocean
I can see the edge of the earth.
with colors of orange, yellows and brown
The clouds are strung across the sea
The sun, a big orange ball
gradually sinks below the edge of the earth
until it disappears
the world is dark for another night.

Award

I recently received an award for winning my battle with mental illness.  I think that puts me in a position to offer advice.

If you are having mental health issues, you don't have to be on the verge of death to ask for help.  There is nothing to be ashamed of..  If you think you can't do it, do it anyway. 

Chaos

So many thoughts in my head,
I can't listen.
Everybody in my head
is confused,
jumbling around
speeding,
too much talking,
making me nervous
and tearful.

Going Around

We were going around together
'cause we were having fun,
and we kept going around together
Feeling dizzy.
One by one they stepped off
to an outreached hand
that led them to true love.
I kept going around
even though it wasn't fun anymore,
waiting for someone
to offer their hand.

Preparing to Give My Speech

I must stand straight, still and strong
and pray that in my weakness
I don't tremble to death,
or crumble like a raw egg
when squeezed
crackling squashed and slimy.
melt around the pulpit
Not in front of all those people.

Inside

Please don't make me
go out of my room.
I'm scared.
People are mean
they pick on each other
and gossip.
I could deal with it,
but it's easier to hide in my room.
inside myself.

My Best Friend

After your death,
The void you left
was filled with other people.
like beach water
fills the empty footprints
in the sand.
and yet
you will always be
my best friend

Babies

I was twelve years old,
Sitting on the grass, Indian style.
I was thinking about having babies.
I didn't understand
How a baby would grow
In a woman's belly.
I figured it was a blessing
From Heavenly Father
That happens when
Women grow up and
Get married.
I had names for those babies
That never happened.
Sometimes, things don't happen
As planned.