When I was fifty-six

Standing on the threshold of forty-seven, My entire world was like Jenga, You know the game like giant pixie sticks pull out the wrong one and you are doomed, Mom and I were watching TV, I on the floor at moms feet with Patches, Patches was an orange cat, Patches arrived at my cat hostel

Do you a jibber Jabber?

Did you come out late in life? Did you date the wrong sex to please those near and dear to you? Was that toxic to you? People will never get born Gay it wasn’t a choice like what Cologne you wanted to wear to fit in! Have you always tried to please those you loved?

Victoria Laurie and Charlene Harris and Juliet Blackwell

A real Medium, A real witch, A a terrific imaginative mystery writer who writes about supernatural, The witch is in San Francisco mysteries, The medium is also a romantic mystery writer who also writes about ghost mysteries, They brighten my study if how to be a really good writer, Two of these authors I read

Sounds and signals

Can yawns get people to hang up? I”m guessing no! Been sighing, ‘Nothing!’ It always amazes me when people call and I’m eating they will rudely say ‘What’s that noise!’ And I always think a stupid but brave question needs a response so I’ll say I’m eating! I hate this response ‘Well when will you

Another fifty mph wind

When wind is so strong your vehicle sounds like a thin bit of metal, But you still need antifreeze and to mail books to Alaska, My cousin John Rohr & wife own the bakery there, Probably not seen John since his sister Rebekah’s death in the eighty’s, When you say a number its like that

All I ever wanted

A log home with large basement, Larger below then up top, Supplied,armed,barn near, Not a garage, Fire place like mom and her mom before and I want, Large,with for way concealed, The entire home and optical illusion, Sound,metal under wood, A house generations human and animal remain safe, A vampire home for the writer of

Politicians, weathermen and narcississist family members,

One lies for votes, One lies and call it prediction’s, Snow predicted in Quasqueton never fell here that is! Narcississist family members soil other family members good names just to be the the Belle of the ball, Only the weather person with the science advancing has potential in the long run to be of assistance,

Ten more

No one would have, Could have imagined, A friend I thought more before said WordPress ‘who would read you?’ Jokes on her evidently and thankyou all from the bottom of a simply poets heart nine hundred and ninety people read me, Meek and mild, Innocent of a bully family members lies, My Jewishness is showing,

Eight O nine

Still fifty-two degrees, Feels saunaish in my home, Two nights ago was cold, We were taught at the Heike’s if its summer and a yard sale has blankets or Afghans or quilts buy them, Nana’s sofa no one else wanted me included, It was flowered and very low, To give it height I suck magazine

Dark six twenty-five

Sophie’s cuddly, Chester slept front of home, October twenty-forth three days, Two years ago since my baby sister died, I will always see Ellen’s rise as unfair, To me, Her children, Her grand daughter just five then, Little Mela so much life to live yet, Six months after mom Marian Deloris Bittenger Heike escaped the