Translation Lost in Poetry


Poetry is what gets lost in translation. ~Robert Frost
-a nod to his melodious form

Poetry is what gets lost in translation
Words wilt on weathered tongues
Understanding dawns on enlightened minds
Though Monthly turned you down
Those who inspired your greatness
Found America’s laureate renowned

Do not fret over translations lost
Roads diverged or less traveled by
Those reluctant to accept
The ones who dared belie
The likes of TS Elliot, Edward Thomas and Ezra Pound!
Who were they to deny?

November PAD Challenge Day 24 – Respond to a statement, quote, etc.

I Should Not Be Here


I should not be here
honeyed lips meeting mine
breath brushing my hair
our bodies entwined

I should not be here
fingers tracing the line
of my jaw; transcendent
suspension of time

I should not be here
but each time I find
it unbearable to leave;
to return to my life

I should not be here
nails raking your spine
pressed core to core
celestial coalescence divine

I should not be here I sigh . . .

November PAD Challenge Day 23: I should not be here poem-based on my new favorite TV show Betrayal!

Selfie At a Funeral 1


Wretched millennia!

Narcissistic remoras!


A selfie is no way to memorialize the deceased

Tongues protruding from gaping mouths

Dumbassery on display for the universe to see

Light a candle in her honor

Reminisce with family

Do not disrespect your dear, departed Grandmother

With another idiotic selfie.

November PAD Challenge Day 22: Use 3 of these words-ideogram, remora, casket, eclipse, wretch

The Other Side


November PAD Challenge Day 21 : Write a secret poem…

On the other side
Iniquity lurks
Sequestered in shadow
A perversion of immaculacy
Cloaked in virtuosity
Morsels of concession melt on serpent tongue
Savored in cloistered sanctuary
Sanguine arrogance ascends superior sovereignty
Malevolent rapture fueled by wretched anguish
Mollifies the venomous viper
Shackled souls pray for divine intercession
Indemnity granted.

Always the Last to Know


Always the Last to Know

case closed
the police report read.

the neighbor reported seeing a car
same time two days a week;
it wasn’t her business.

the same beautician styled their hair
each month but not the same day;
she could keep a secret.

a friend heard the rumor
and once he made a pass at her;
but didn’t want to be the messenger.

the mother never trusted him
thought he was shifty and too flirty;
a mother always knows.

the husband never saw it coming
when she pulled the trigger.

Written for November PAD Challenge Day 20 : Use always in the title of your poem

Writer’s Digest

Anti-Love Sonnet No. 1


He thinks me innocent but he is wrong.
His heart is black with malicious intent.
For I know the truth, if truth be my song.
With ev’ry breath he speaks a lie blatant.
If truth honors, his deceit dishonors
my love. What a mockery and a sham,
while he deludes and pretends to adore.
My spirit reflects the woman I am;
strong and confident, with faith in my God
to restore my spirit broken in two
by his mean intent and benign façade.
Was it a game, or was his love once true?
For it’s worthy to love another’s heart,
and contemptible to tear it apart.

Written for PAD Challenge: Day 19 to write a love or anti-love poem