Nevermore – NaPoWriMo 2017 #29

Should the stomachs of poor children groan
for each deserves love and a comfortable home;
the freedom to be without cruel sticks and stones.

Should the drumbeats of conflict and war
send our young, future’s promise, to settle the score
of cowardly men who want more and more.

Should the outcast and poor refugee
be loathed and abused, for they deserve to be
welcomed, embraced in community.

Should the old, forgotten, infirmed,
be denied the respect that they’ve rightfully earned.
They’ve lessons to teach if we’ll listen and learn.

Should women be ignored or dismissed
as the weaker of sexes, for I’ll tell you this…
there is no stronger force than an empowered “miss”.

Should we idolize power and spew
our poisonous plans for a cold selfish few
while the rest of us scrape along just to make do.


Now you may think I am being naive
to think things might change if we’d all just believe.
Well I can imagine, that’s what dreamers do.
I know that eventually dreams do come true.
So I hope for a day when our troubles are few;
when the word nevermore is a word never used.


NaPoWriMo 2017 #29 – a poem based on a word from one of my favorite poems by Edgar Allen Poe…The Raven…Nevermore.

Life Force – Magnetic Poetry Saturday

I embrace the growl

that haunts me from

the darkness of 

my heart…it is ferocious 

desire and longing…the

will to live and go on.


Dead Fish – A Haiku

photo by Clay Knight via Unsplash

the fish are dying
their ecosystem poisoned
you know we are next


A Haiku for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo by Clay Knight via Unsplash.

Drupe – Friday’s Word Of The Day Haiku

Happy Friday! Spring is in the air and I have a hankering for some drupe cobbler…or maybe even some drupelet pie! Yum!

But, drupe doesn’t sound very appetizing, does it?! Well, in botany terms one might say drupe. Most of us though, mere lay people, prefer our cobblers to be made with peaches or cherries and our pies made with their cousins (another lay term) blackberries or raspberries.

Dud you know there are also a few other drupes that are not fruity. Avocados, olives and coconuts. Yep coconuts! They are considered a dry fibrous variety of drupe.

But don’t take my word for it. You can learn all about drupes if you are botanically inclined. Here’s a LINK to Wikipedia.

Officially, according to a drupe is any fruit, as a peach, cherry, plum, etc., consisting of an outer skin, a usually pulpy and succulent middle layer, and a hard and woody inner shell usually enclosing a single seed.

The origin of the term comes from Latin for drūpa, druppa “olive, overripe olive” and was a term used only by technical writers, e.g., Pliny the Elder (a.d. 23-79). The Latin noun, a direct borrowing from Greek drýppa, was adopted by Carl Linné (in Latin Carolus Linnaeus) 1707-78, the Swedish botanist and naturalist, in his own scientific writings, written in Latin. Drupe entered English as a technical botanical term in the 18th century.

Oh…one more interesting note. I also found an application called Drupe developed for Android phones that allows users to access all of their contacts from their address book and social media with one swipe. I’m not sure what that has to do with drupes of the plant variety, except that the common feature of those drupes is a single pit or seed…and Drupe the app connects one to their circle of friends with a single swipe. Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch, but that’s all I got folks! 😊

I guess I owe you a Haiku. I apologize. It’s pretty lame. But then, what does one do with a drupe?! Have a great weekend!

juicy pitted fruits
include peaches and cherries
also known as drupes

I felt bad about that one…here’s another go…

Those who are fruity
in a loopy sort of way
might just be a drupe!

…I know, I know…still a bit of a drupe of a haiku…I believe Mercury shifts out of retrograde soon…thank goodness!

Okay…one more…

Soft red lips like drupes
honey and tobacco tinged
kisses, bittersweet.

The Resistance – NaPoWriMo 2017 #28

one hundred
days of vile
gaslit haze, of
us versus
them, insane power
plays; let us
never forget who
we are, not just
yet…the resistance is
legion, we’re on
to their treasonous
detours from
reason, the rape
of our resources,
drumbeats of
war by cowardly
twits who build
walls and slam
doors, with disdain
for the outcast the
sick and the
poor…oh let it be
known that we’re
on to their
schtick and
what these tyrants
contrive, just as others
before us, we’ll settle
the score; let justice
prevail, let the truth
be restored; it’s time
to get tough and
demand to be
enough is
enough is


NaPoWriMo 2017 #28 a Skeltonic Verse.

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