New Technology/ A Rhyme

a discovry

Ecclesiastes 1:9 KJV –
The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.

There’s nothing new under the sun.
That’s what the bible says.
That means it has been done,
Somewhere sometime in the past.
We all wish we could be unique,
The only one who ever;
But first we have to find the thing,
That’s happened nowhere never.
If you find it let me know,
We’ll question round and see,
That the only ones its new to,
Is simply you and me

Struggles/ A Rhyme


Challenges are often like lightning

filled skies,  a light

With sheets of rain hiding the sun,

Presenting intimidating thunder,

And rivers rising high above their boundaries.

a flood

It’s always up to us to choose our destination.

With sagging head give up, lie down and drown,

Or get up, determined to overcome and build and ark.


Oklahoma Tritina a Difficult Rhyme

In a Tritina: The lines are grouped into three tercets a set or group of three lines of verse rhyming together or connected by rhyme with an adjacent tercet and a concluding line. Thus a Tritina has 10 lines. Lines may be of any length. Their length is usually consistent in a single poem.

a cowThe Oklahoma countryside reflects soft green rolling hills dotted with fat red cattle grazing.


a cloudThe sky offers tie dyed blue hues scattered with marshmallow clouds and the sun is shining.



a flowerLemon tinted wildflowers decorate the pastures drawing butterflies with shimmering wings.



a birdThe pond is rippled by a gentle breeze and the scissortails sail balancing on outstretched wings.



a bassThe black bass propels herself into the sky to catch a dragonfly and the cattle just keep  grazing.

She is so graceful as her tail twists around and her gills open wide with her dark eyes shining.



a turtleThe turtles hang round harvesting blackberries  so deep purple they look black and shining.



a gooseThe farmer’s geese waddle to the pond splashing water skyward, flapping snow white wings.

Life stirs and moves, the clouds roll changing shapes, still the cattle unaware keep on grazing.



a butterflyIt’s amazing, cattle grazing unaffected by Oklahoma’s butterflied, scissor tailed, goslin wings.


Running Into An Old Friend/ A Rhyme



a friend 2a friend 4

It had been too long since last we’d seen each other.

Seems like we are controlled by time,

Instead of taking hold of it.

Seconds tick away and years flash passed.

Then life events pull us together one more time,

And we embrace with hearts and heads filled with wonder.

Questioning how we so easily let time escape us,

In moments we are bringing each other up to date,

As our hearts began to warm again  toward one another,

And our internal clocks connect themselves synchronizing,

Correcting and resetting as if we saw each other yesterday.

Longing For Those Enlisted In Serving America/ A Yearning Rhyme

Too far, too many miles away,

As night falls my heart makes itself known.

Friends say, You can hear their voice,”

“You can see their face on your phone.”

Yet without that human touch,

There is no spark to strike a flame.

a away

How I long for the day,

When that airplane sets you down.

Missing you is agony.

Seconds stretch into eternity.

My arms reach out.

The distance is too far.

a home

Magically in Love/ A Rhyme

I started believing in magic as a young woman

And set out on a quest to find a life mate,

Who was as sensual as an enchanted willow,

With inner peace and strength like a majestic redwood,

a red

Who when facing the fiercest winds would not bend or break.

Someone who would dance with me,

When the band stopped playing.

a dance


Hopscotch with me in the sweet spring rain.

Chase me barefoot through rich green summer meadows.

Teach me to roll down long wildflower covered hillsides.

Make me clover crowns and daisy chain ankle bracelets.

a leaf

Rake up huge drifts of autumn leaves,

So we could run, jump and tumble in their warm colors.

Share a picnic by the fireside during snowy winter storms.

a fire

Someone capable of handling the tough decisions,

Keeping us ever honest and humble,

While illuminating my nights with his marvelous mystical charm.

My friends and family thought I was ever so silly,

And then I introduced them to you.

Celebrating the Creation of You/ A Short Birthday Rhyme

a colt


Somewhere there is a new born colt wobbling to his feet for the first time and a tiny wren breaking through his shell. Probably they will never know this day is your day too.

a dew

Yet today the dew dropped more perfectly upon the earth, the mighty sun rose higher in the sky and the morning glory opened sweeter because it was your birthday.

a mg


Elder Villanelle/ A Rhyme

 A nineteen-line poem with two rhymes throughout, consisting of five tercets and a quatrain, with the first and third lines of the opening tercet recurring alternately at the end of the other tercets and with both repeated at the close of the concluding quatrain.  (Miriam Webster definition)
a sun 2
Just these old cranky bones, be sittin’ in the sun.
Once I would have sweat and broke out with a sigh,
Now  just soakin’ up the heat ’til the day is done.
When the world recalls them old regrets I’ve got none.
Life’s been hard sometimes, even made me cry.
Just these old cranky bones be sittin’ in the sun.
Now life’s so simple got me thinkin’ this is fun,
And when the sun is risen I’m the lucky guy,
Now just soakin’ up the heat ’til the day is done.
My roles not over yet, not until I’m done.
It’s a holdin’ on just enjoying the blue sky.
Just these old cranky bones, be sittin’ in the sun.
Young feller over there, thinking my race has been run,
Life will soon teach him, we write our own goodbye.
Now just soakin’ up the heat ’til the day is done.
Still got a lot in me, like a smokin’ gun.
I’m mighty thankful the old sun is risen high.
Just these old cranky bones be sittin’ in the sun
Now just soakin’ up the heat ’til the day is done.

Play On Words/ A Rhyme



a word 2Written words on a printed page wisely inscribed by an ancient sage,

Or simply mumbled and rolled about, rhyming phrases tumbled out.

Millions of words from which to select filled with wonder or sheer neglect,

Chosen precisely? Chosen well? Random choice? Now who can tell?

Only the soul that placed them there can define per chance or with great care.

So go figure then or not. The only 2 choices that you’ve got!

How Did We Get Here?/ A Rhyme



a caterpillar

When I was young my biggest query was where did I come from? It left me leery!

Who made the earth? Who hung the moon? I never bought “Big Bang Kaboom!”

From a slimy amoeba, a hairy ape? These theories offered slight escape!

Thinking of a dragonfly or waterfall, it seemed that back behind it all,

I’d find artistic mastery of majestic capacity!

Watching a great green caterpillar crawl I glimpsed the mystery of it all.

There was a source for rustling leaves, the busy buzzing of the bees.

Behind the thunder and the rain. Who created everything?

It left no inkling of a doubt. God is what its all about!