June 24, 2015


sick of this earth
sick of its death
down comes the rain
down comes its mirth

thunderous moments, evening sky
down comes the rain
don’t let me cry

tortured with grief, lie after lie
don’t let me mourn
don’t let me die

Can I Love You?

You were my friend, both night and day
You left
I left
Without a word
Neither could stay

Love came to you
I loved you too
I want out
Let me out
Take me away
Far, far away

Better to have loved
To die alone
To grieve

Death comes to all who have loved and lost
Can I love you?
Stay away
Let me die

The stench overpowers, overbears, stiffens the mind with repugnant dreams.
Hurt fills the room, it smothers, it strangles, it stifles the air with pungent memories.  Memories, sweet memories.  How I loved, in those memories.

June 22, 2015

Summer is Here

Peonies photographed by Angelique Manchanda-Peres 

this is the summer for peonies
delicate centers like tiny beads
colors sparkle in evening rain
song birds sing to an evening train  
winter frost and icicles gone
summertime, green is the lawn
beach shore calls, friends rush to play  
beautiful castles, waves topple away
kids wiggle their toes is the warming sand
then jump to run to the popsicle man
climbing trees and reading books
hide and seek, finding nooks
flying kites  and red balloons
hiking mountains and watching loons
prairie grasses and mud pie making
it’s summertime, fun for the taking

June 20, 2015

My Haiku for You~ Lonely Tear

Tear splashes tonight
anger, hurt, crying baby
guns killing again

Again and again
stop the evil, Lord, this day
beseech heavens, turn around

Look, the cost is death
pray for peace, all day and night
grant sorrow to end

The Seabirds Fly

June 18, 2015 - San Bernardino National Forest  
View from Palm Springs, Calif.  Photography:Reuters/Sam Mircovich

the air is thick with smoke
encumbered by the spray of resined goo
the seabirds challenge their wings
burning lungs and breath will choke
first one then two
the flights are low, then higher they sing
breezes change, seabirds remove your cloak
out to sea to grasp the clouds, time to renew

June 16, 2015

Iceland, A Landscaped Story


Photographs by Angelique Manchanda-Peres from Hofn in Iceland


Stark, stunning, striking and remote, an achingly beautiful scene of serenity within the eerie nature of landscapes;  profound in our words, as a living being waiting to be born.

Unique fields of grasses of greens and browns, dotted with rare sprays of wildflowers, showing off in front of a background of white ice-capped mountains and glaciers; only to be here.  

Night falls into a bleak yet profound and majestic melancholy.  How many ways can you describe such haunting music to be heard from this rapture in nature?

Most of these descriptive words were used by the people (friends of Angelique) who viewed her pictures. I was simply possessed when I read them all, I had to put them into sentence form. 

Angelique's view of nature, as you can see in her photographs of landscapes, flowers and people, are all beautiful in her eyes, and we are privileged to be a witness to this grace. Thank you, again, Angelique, for allowing me to show-off your world in pictures.

June 9, 2015

Love Notes

love is everywhere
love is here to share
love listens to voices far and near
love speaks a language for us to hear

June 6, 2015

Dawn's Flower


Dawn sheds light through early morning shadows, reflecting the raining drops of tears, each tear comes down from the eyes of God, mending the torn, the scarred, lovingly holding to the beauty of all earthly things.  
He sheds these tears for you, the flower who springs from the ground, amongst all, so precious and sacred, tenderly loving each, entrusting that delicate beauty to everyone; to nurture and love each other; to caress with gentle intimacy, cradled and sung to, admired and respected.  
Yes, this flower is all things to all people to hold up with dignity. As you and I walk the earth, we are to recognize each flower as one of a kind.  

We, the caretakers, hold out our hands to one another to feel the wetness of tears, the sorrows, the joys, inhaling the sweetness in respect of individuality - Only then, will flowers continue to bloom, and no two flowers will ever be the same.

Into The Sea ~ The little girl’s journey continues

The little girl opened the door and stepped outside; she had kept herself locked up for days, weeks, months, until her skin became pasty white, transparent as milk glass, which isn’t transparent at all.  

Now out in the air she walked, heading in the direction from which she was born, the sea. 

The little girl had missed the sea; toward the water that rushed upon the shore and covered her foot prints, she ran as fast as her little legs would carry her, straight into the ocean of blues and greens, of sandy surf.  Jumping over waves, skidding along the high crest and its low churning tide, she felt at home, no longer locked in her cave.

Cool, cold, warm, the water traced along her hair, down her back, stomach, and sides,
refreshed, sun quenched and alive.

Hear the waves, she shouted to the sky, hear the birds as they float on by
beat your chest, like wings, take a giant leap and come back to me, the sea shouted, you are mine to keep

Take a step forward, backward, taunting and chiding, no room for error
Footsteps lost beneath the rapids of foam splashed air

Screams are heard over land, the gulls sang, echoing their glee
The little girl turned aside, stepping with joy out and into the sea

She swam with the fish, the dolphins and the turtles, listening to the wild bird’s call
She danced with the moon, and smiled down upon them all

June 5, 2015

Earth Day ~ My Haiku For You

Earth sends out a call
imploring all to share love
Earth our blessed home

fly to kiss flowers
warm days, blue skies beckoning
drink the sweet nectar

water giving birth
meadows and gardens alike
hold fast tomorrow

May 31, 2015


As we enter these times of change, there are many emotions that we may have but do not share
We need to recognize change for what it is, not avoid it or step into it with despair

out in the unknown
forbidden territory
watch the stepping stones

tangled webs we weave
never knowing the pattern
makes difficult walks

light shows us the way
open  eyes for which to see
treading lightly now

A Voice
I speak to fairness
to hope, to dreams of kindness
Love, I speak to you

Dare To Live
love brighten your day
part the clouds and stop the rain
fill your heart with song

May 24, 2015

Beach Song ~ My Haiku For You

Sculpted porcelain shell by Kathleen S. Shattuck

long walks at seaside
hand in hand lovers
together prints left in sand

bright sun burns the skin
washed with cooling breeze
a tide rushes in

sandpipers laughter
seabirds lofty white wings soar
flight taken swiftly

songs sung by the sea
waves closure to perfect days
evening’s lullaby

May 19, 2015

Invited Summer ~ My Haiku For You

summer skies pristine
lakes and ponds teeming with life
meadow grasses green

birds soaring through trees
rolling hills reflecting light
Lupin blue as seas

hold your head up high
capturing bright floral scent
bees’ honey comes nigh

May 17, 2015

A New Day ~ My Haiku For You

resonating words
who is next to speak with love?
heard around the world

drowning angered souls
gift with everlasting love
only truth can live

stand tall on this day
standing brave in what you say
embrace. give. be strong.

May 10, 2015

The Little Girl Loved

Photograph by Kathleen S. Shattuck

The Little girl cried, the shell was gone and she sobbed, knowing her life was taken away at that moment.  She walked to the edge of the surf, the bubbles tickled her toes but she no longer giggled, she no longer laughed, she no longer thought about today or tomorrow, because today was gone, and tomorrow did not exist.

Love was a memory, a story, a rhyme, a fairy tale; love lingered and was lost; love grabbed at her heart and was tossed, tossed into the ocean to swim with the fish, then taken into the deep with the shells.

The little girl remembered, remembered once upon a time, a time when she was lost in a cave, when she was swimming in the river, when she made friends with the Wombat, the Bird and the Frog, when she had a family.  

The little girl stepped into the waves and was swept back in time; remembering the times when she was loved, and she loved.  The shell took it all away from her, she loved it the most, and now it was gone.

A heart is but a fragile thing, it lingers and waits
The sea is but a tormentor, it rolls in on the tide, and takes
The little girl gave her heart a chance to love, she gave it away
a heart that waited and lingered, but all too long that day

May 5, 2015

Love and Life

Love happens, life goes on...
Love sneaks up behind you, life turns you around              
Love corners, confronts, confounds, life faces reality

Life hitches a ride on the moon
Life searches the dark side, the light side
Life marches you through thick and thin  

Love singles you out
Love is a choice
Love carries you away

Life brings you back

Love is a mystery
Love is a game
Love carries a weight

Life wants an answer