What Does it Taste Like?

A cupcake looks beautiful and tastes beautiful,

like a sweet cloud at sunset among pinks, lavenders,

and blues. The sugar runs through me like the wind

while at the same time damaging my already fragile

system. I don’t care as it is worth the beauty on my tongue.

Do I care it will add to my already full hips, recessing lips,

and aging skin, nope. It is worth it. Sometimes, I have to do

what I know is wrong as I spend my life doing what is suppose

to be right yet I see others fly so high doing what I dare not do.






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Romancing Dessert!

Foods to get you in the Mood: Desserts


She is looking for something to do after the peace.

Doing for someone is the greatest.

She decides to bake for her love.

She wants to let him know she loves him

even though it is the thousandth time she has said it and done it!

Love is something she never wants to forget to give.

It starts with the love in her heart,

and leads to the love of the ingredients.

The love of the bake comes through in the oven.

The gentle way she puts it on the plate and

the loving way she hands the dessert to him with

that look in her eye.

Loving is a cliche she never wants to stop.







Not Good Enough

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It is so easy to feel not good enough,

whether it is my own comparison to other people’s work, lives, or possesions

or because someone has made a comment that I need to excercise or

they tell me how I could be happy if I worked a 9 to 5 job that I hate.

It is a spirit and a hope pushing those feelings away

to make room for the new that I want to feel,

that brand new discovery of something I like.

I reach out to those who feel inclined to insult me to help me.

I try to just go to them to support them in their endeavors.

It is a bit awkward when I do yoga everyday and walk, so I guess

they are looking for someone a bit more perfect than me.

I feel like they think to themselves, why am I not getting what I want from her.

A few might think about what might insults a woman and there is the answer.

They never think maybe there are things I could insult them,

but I don’t, because it might make them feel not good enough.

My life is a momentary flash on this small earth in this great galaxy.

I want to be happy and healthy and a little fat is not what anyone

will remember in the end.

You may be traveling to get somewhere and have to forgo some things

in order to reach your destination for your next great adventure.

Some people will not know how to help you for sure and in the process

forget their heart. Do not ever let anyone’s momentary dementia deter you

from the love you want to be.

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Following the Words

Swirling in the rhythm of life, my heart,

finding the words that match

the spirit inside that drives the day.

My heart swirls and finds peace for

a length of time the length of a twig,

before it is looking for more.

Why does it think it needs more,

there is always more.

Power is so uninteresting to my heart,

only love, only nature, only harmony

with the one I love.

My heart knows that peace does not last forever,

but mine is a patient heart and it waits for that amazing

moment when the peace happens all over again.


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For the Love of Travel/Travel for Love Poetry/Curtail Sonnet


Curtail sonnet is a ten line sonnet, give or take and is a basic shortened version of the regular sonnet which is usually fourteen lines. Originally from Italy and translated as “little song” , you can easily see the simple few lines as the transfer of the feeling of inspired love by a known or new found muse.

I finally realize love is an emotion led by many things and in different ways by everyone. It took me a while to realize how easy it is to make a conscious effort to call upon the love that I have in my heart and to reveal and be proud of feeling love and being loved. Travel is one thing that opens my love heart and inspires lots of possibilities and wonderful ideas. I am going to try my hand at a curtail sonnet about travel and hopefully a little love.

Your voice stops for a moment,

and you ask me how I am.

Your love repairs what’s broken

and humbles me to a lamb.

I cuddle to you dragon

no longer with fear,

our spirits vaporize

love, peace, and strength our prize.

Fur and bees and everything zen

drive our fantasies and join our traveling lives.

So there is a little ten line sonnet, a curtail sonnet. It if course ca be worked on a little more and edited, but it is a start. Try your hand at a curtail sonnet and read it aloud. Rhyme and rhythm play heavily into sonnets, so you can work on that to. The end rhyme can have a  pattern but they can also be free, whatever you would like, and whatever fits in with what you are trying to say.

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Traveling to Never Give Up on Finding Something to Love/Senses in Poetry/Reiki

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A friend of mine is struggling so I am writing this post for him. What he loved before is hurting him, and he can not see what to love beyond this one love that he loves. He even has people that love him so much, but he still can’t see the next thing to love over the horizon. I dedicate this post to him and anyone struggling to never stop looking for something to love. No matter how ridiculous it may seem to the rest of the world love what you love. Find love in something. We love people, but as the saying goes you never want to invest all your love into just a person it is too suffocating, so find something else to love along with them.

Love changes sometimes you need to give up that first thing you loved for something else.

This post besides being about finding something to love is about the senses in poetry, because part of love is the opening of the senses. Smelling a wonderful floral scent in a home can awaken the mind to happiness and freedom. Touching someones skin and giving a hug just feel and sense that closeness with another human being. You have to be ready to accept it.

Putting that wonderful wine to your lips and taking a small sip and identifying the different flavors is amazing and wonderful.

Seeing someone’s handsome face, or beautiful face, a beautifully designed chair, lamp, or painting also opens the senses to another realm.

Listening to music can make the mind travel to heights nothing else can drive you too. Birds chirping, the breeze blowing, so many sounds must be heard to continue to be happy and love.

I’m going to try my hand at a poem with the five senses.

Love and Senses

Let me look for love,

I have been bound by hands of personal binding

for too long, I made my mistakes, apologized,

and it is time to be free.

The floral scent of happiness slumbers within me,

and me and the outside world do our best to wake her.

It is time.

My  tongue tastes the wonders of the fruit and the drink

of sweet contentedness and quiet adventure.

Reiki can help set me free reminding me of that

which flows underneath like a spring.

I don’t have to wait for someone else

to put a goblet underneath in order to make the spring flow, no.

I have the power to move and touch the trickle

and realize the moments of stream to flood

and swim in between.

There is always something to love.

So that is a little poem using the sense. The senses are so important in poems because they are easy to relate to. Try your hand at sense in your poem. Oscillate between the abstract ideas and concrete ones so the reader is aware of what you are writing about. Being as clear as you can in writing is important, but being true to yourself is necessary too.

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Travel Volta/Known Word of the Day/Lotus


The Volta in a poem is like the denouement in a story, it means “turn” it is where the story turns or poem turns. It’s that single event that changes everything. The finding of the hundred dollars on the ground to pay the rent while he was about to sell his valuable baseball card. It was the proposal of marriage when she was about to pack up and leave for Europe.

I will try my hand at a Volta in this sonnet with the know word of the day of the day Lotus the spiritual flower that emerges from murky water and is associated with rebirth. It can therefore be used as a Volta in bad situation for the rebirth to something good.

Organic Lotus

She had been looking through the life jungle

to self, to love, and clear her mind fungal.

Everyday waking up focusing on help

 strengthening her muscles to honor god.

Eating fruits, greens, drinking water, and kelp,

organic, no GMO, for her bod.

Letting her spirit turn web into silk

wanting her love speech, heart as pure as milk.

Walking and talking, whispering in trees

friends and family hearing advises

traveling to clear springs cleansing the bees

of negativity from soul and vices.

And now she rises high and floats healed

with roots in the earth and heart to the sky.

So there you have it a little turn at the end of finding a happy place somewhere between the earth and the sky. Try your hand at a sonnet with a volta. Remember your rhyme schemes at the end. You want to hold to a loose pattern but they don’t have to be exact. Count your syllables as well. Again it does not have to be exact if you don’t want to.

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