It’s all good till it isn’t and then it is.

30th Day… NaPoWriMo.

There is never a conclusion to writing poetry, tho’ this is the last day of NaPoWriMo. I like to participate in this cause it pushes my edges. I can’t say I like everything I wrote, and then again it doesn’t matter. The journey, the process, the doing, the discipline of it feels right and good. If I want, I can pull out the poems that I want to edit and play around with. It’s all good.

Thanks to all of you that took the time to read them and took the time to value and enjoy poetry. More to come. I can’t help myself.



It’s All good till it isn’t
In the choosing of opposites
The bad can go away
In the attitude of choice
once the embrace of bad
takes and shakes the foundation,
tosses and batters, hits and slams
Sobs and writhes.
It has you till it doesn’t
and sometime the crawl to
Goodness scrapes and scares.

It’s all good till it isn’t
till the ready to shift attitude
knows to go on like this much longer
is likely to bury the loss of feel good
somewhere between hell and death.
There is no dismissing the pain
It’s here like a vise grip’s angry clench
It needs to have it way till the going
through it is enough and when is
enough enough?

It’s All good till it isn’t
The answer is all in the journey waiting
For positive choice and a shift in attitude
The Highest good maybe a mystery
And it waits for discovery in every moment
Every moment. Every moment
Like right now, you get to choose
Is it all good, or bad, neutral?
What will you make it?
What will you choose?

It’s all good


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A Terza Rima… for the Blood Moon

A terza rima poem..  DAY 15  napowrimo


It snowed the early morning night

The clouds hid away the blood moon

I missed the full moons eclipsed light


I knew the moon would bring a swoon

Axis Aries Libra held a zodiac story

The cold night blanket was my cacoon


Dreams beneath the nights hidden glory

Attention to what fills the quester’s cup

Remembering what gave to the journey history


I drank the star light and I filled up

There was no matter to where I rest my head

The blood moon eclipsed a magic cup


Gracious was the night time fed

Behind the gloom where the snow fell

The Moon she made no suffer as she bled


Every she cycles in the heavens she dwells







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Treats In My Pocket

day 9, NaPoWriMo..



My pockets all have puppy treats in them

This Winter baby found me this Spring

In the ridiculously cuteness of mask

and black and white fluff


The Romanians had him in Inkster

Cozied up with his litter mates

Deciding which way to wiggle and wag

Racing for the pile of microwaved hotdogs


In who gets in first wins that load of process

With the piddles on the floor wiped fast away

In the flurry of fur in and out of that crate

A tumble of puppies in the unsure of it all.


We call it a litter only now I think it’s a tumble

A Tumble of puppies all over themselves for the

food win.  For the attention getters, for the love.

For me to add puppy treats to all my pockets


In the praise, in the training, in the just because

you’re the cutest damn little puppy I have ever seen

and I want all that wagging, bright eyed goodness

all over me as often as possible.


My pockets all have puppy treats in them

The weight of them is slight and I jiggle them

in my fingers as we walk the new walk down

the street in this new to you neighborhood.


Of smells and leaves and Spring greening

Of new sounds and the intense alertness that

you have of the world around you in the trot

and pride of ownership of this street.


We get to know each others ways and in the days

that come there will always be treats of praise and love

jiggling in my fingers in my pockets, as we

jaunt together smelling the good Earth.



Feeling very grateful..



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Tarot, Numbers and The Magician’s Sun

Day 8, NaPoWriMo


8 April 2014… 8+4+2+1+4= 19=1


A little number brew

makes for a rhyming poem to do

In the nineteen of this day

The Sun comes out to play


Totals out to one

In the beginning of this fun

Calls the Magician to wave her wand

For all the elements to respond


For in the golden Orb

Is the power of light to absorb

In radiance expanse

Life rises to meet life’s dance


In elemental glory

The magician casts a story

In the beginning there is no end

In this illusion that gives pretend


Whatever maybe the story

Of Sun light magic glory

All is Now there ever will be

All are One when you believe you see


In this day of nineteen to One

Of the Magician and the warming Sun

Call to magic’s ever presence

Radiate your Light as your essence














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