Category Archives: Rhymed Verse

day 226

Dog Days of Summer a la Gabby
dog days

a few months from now
I’ll be thinking of summer
these long hot days…and spring,
the warmth that it brings

when the trees are stripped bare
I’ll be longing for green, with dreams
of cool rain, and flower dense plains

from beneath woolen layers
of long-johns and sweaters
I’ll peer out my window to bleak,
with little to do but drift off to sleep

the heat swelt of summer
is making me wonder when
this fierce inferno will end…

come brief autumn respite,
though lovely you’ll exit
too soon for my liking
for now temps are spiking

I shouldn’t complain
there’s nothing to gain
by wishing away
these hot humid days

with hummingbirds chirping
and spring babies growing
the Tom’s, Jennie’s, deer and the crows

though summer drags on
winter, likewise will tarry
each extreme has its cons and its pros

I would miss each one’s splendor
might as well just surrender
to sweat and to shiver
with grace through it all

~kat

The summer heat has been exhausting. I sometimes wonder if it is my advancing age which makes me less tolerant, but I have never been a summer girl. Give me a cool dark corner, a fan and a good book and I am quite content to wile the hours away until dusk comes with a blessed relief to the heat of the sun. 

Contrarily, in winter after the first snow, hopefully on a weekend when I have nowhere to go and can view the wonderland through the window…I’m not a real fan of long winters either. 

I prefer the in between seasons. But it occurs to me as I get older that wishing away one extreme season for the other is actually wishing precious time away.

How many seasons more do I have? Definitely less than I have drudged through up to now. It has caused me to have a new appreciation for the wonders of each, however small. With little time to spare I am determined to savor every moment. But can I at least say…it is a blasted inferno out there!!! Followed by a deeply felt uggghhhh!?!!!!

Summer and I have moved on in our love-hate relationship to a mutual place of respect I think. I promise to stop saying I hate summer, and summer for its part will do its best not to give me heat stroke…at least that’s my spin on our negotiation. 

Much love, peace, and cool glimmers to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 197

well bless your heart

invisible people have privileged gray lives
they never get angry or give in to strife
everything’s rosy, yes, everything’s great
they’re quick to admonish those battered by hate
who dare to feel angry at those who don’t care
dark souls who surrendered to king yellow hair
not enemies, they chide, we’re all the same
treat all with compassion, there’s no one to blame

but I have a feeling that they’ve never known
the sting of oppression, of hate in their home
from people they loved who don’t seem to care
that the vote they cast hurt family somewhere
forgiveness is bitter for those now denied
simple compassion and the right to live life
we don’t want to hear it, your lofty ideals
til you walk in our shoes and know how it feels
when half of the world thinks you shouldn’t exist
the audacious preach virtue in ignorant bliss

~kat

A rant today. I read a well-meaning post on social media that struck me the wrong way. It had a long-winded “why can’t we all just get along” vibe. Heart-felt and a tad naive, its message was also condescending to those of us with bullseyes on our backs. Those of us targeted as other, undesirables who, if the powers that be had their way, would be disappeared from the face of the earth or at least from this country. Condescending…because we’re not allowed to be angry or hold those responsible for this dumpster fire accountable. Admonished to keep the peace. To get along. To forgive and and show compassion to those who would point us out in a heartbeat if it meant finding favor with the powerful in the hopes that they might reap the benefits of the coup they helped fuel. It’s convenient to forgive and forget when you’re not living in a nightmare.

So I wrote a poem…therapy that rescues me from responding directly to such blather. I’ll crawl back under my rock now, and tuck myself in behind the closet door, hoping the monsters don’t find me.

Much love, peace, and glimmers of hope to you. As it happens I was visited today by several mourning doves. Often seen as a symbol of love, hope, peace, and new beginnings, I think mother nature knew I would need some encouragement today. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

~kat

A little love, hope, peace, and the promise of new beginnings…today’s much needed glimmer.


day 173

today’s glimmers…

a turkey hen showing her chick where the feeders are at dawn…
…after breakfast they head to the dust pit for a spa treatment.,,
…learning how it’s done…and mimicking mom to perfection!
a sense of summer

I know the scent and sounds of dawn
its first light’s symphony of song
the earthy scent of dew drenched loam
the sunlit sparkling fields of home

I know the feel of days at noon
sun high and hot in skies of blue
where shadows cast by towering trees
shade earth while dancing in the breeze

I love the subtle shifts at dusk
the rising mist that smells of musk
horizons edge afire en rouge
the setting sun sinks from our view

to sleep, to dream another night
to read, to write by candlelight
under the twinkling moon and stars
connecting all, both near and far

my senses swoon in summertime
I’m feeling green and that’s just fine!

~kat

Our landscaper asked us if we wanted him to fill in that exposed area of red clay and dust on the hill in our back yard area. And then he backtracked and said…never mind…I know you guys. It’s true. How could we sod over an area that gives the local turkeys (and us as their witnesses) so much happiness! I felt so fortunate to catch this dust bath ritual on film!

When people ask us how we could move away from the city and the convenience of shopping close by, to the woods, with horrible WiFi, prone to power outages, sitting on a hill with a long, steep, scary driveway…this is why.

All this happens just feet away from my window. I am so happy here. And so happy too to share this little bit of joy with you.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 168

queer thoughts on what may be the last 
Federally recognized Juneteenth

It may come as a shock
but I feel honesty is key
the U-S of A will never truly
be what you desire, diversity-free

a sacred stolen land
by euro refugees and emigrants
displaced the tribes, indigenous
from this you can’t claim innocence

erasing from the history books
denying human rights
will not deny that we exist
the queer folk and those, shades unwhite

deport us, fire us, hide our names
swear by your god, supremacy
it matters not the tactics played
we, others, thrive in all you see

from blood, sweat saturated fields
to roads, buildings and railways
embedded in the soil and air
you cannot wish our souls away

ban holidays, rewrite the books
it’s futile don’t you see?
diversity’s what makes us great
until, we all, not some, no one is free.

~kat

It’s only been a few years since the company I work for has recognized Juneteenth as a paid, day off holiday. As the dividing lines grow into trenches I have found it interesting to note that the maga supporters on staff have refused to show today’s holiday by its true name…some simply referring to the day as “holiday” on their calendars, some not even recognizing that today is a company holiday! ( similarly, this year they marked indigenous peoples day as Columbus Day…and on Martin Luther King, Jr. day many in the south prefer to honor two confederate civil war generals Jackson and Lee.) With maga in total control of our government, the powers that be are doing their best to eradicate undesirable people from ‘merica (as they call it, the abridged, divided version). But whether they are successful or not, the fact of the matter is they are a minority faction and growing smaller. They may ban holidays and books, exclude certain people from the benefits promised in our constitution and even try to rewrite history, but they can’t change reality. They can’t close their eyes and cover their ears and wish the “others”, the ones that don’t pledge allegiance to a their king, and who are not like them, to disappear.

We are many. We are united. And we are here to stay in this country that we love. And goodness, fairness, kindness, and inclusion will happen. Juneteenth has been celebrated since June 19, 1865 (160 years!) by those who appreciate what true freedom means, and will continue to be celebrated whether a corrupt administration recognizes it or not. Happy Juneteenth my friends! Until next year let us continue to dream of, and work toward, equality and justice for all! 


On another note…a glimmer…this rascal figured out how to remove the top off the plastic jug we use to store peanuts for him and crows who visit our yard. He’s been rather polite about it actually. I half expected him to dump the whole thing over. But he jumps on the porch and then, on the top of the jar, leans in for a single peanut and hops down from the porch to enjoy his treat in his favorite shady spot under the trees. If he has a hankering for more, he repeats the process. Just goes to show how a little trust (our leaving the lid off – replacing it was futile actually) can lead to a mutually symbiotic and satisfying arrangement between two parties. And…that a little caring kindness can create a bridge! 

We call this fellow Harry. 

Much love, peace, kindness and simple glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


glimmer day 101 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 12 April  2025

…and they lived happily ever after

the shoe fit
it was a whirlwind engagement
the wedding of the century
(we’re talking partridges in pear trees and lords a leaping here)
and the honeymoon…well
poor Cindy…
didn’t take long
for her to discover
her prince
had a nasty foot fetish
happily ever after?
like the American dream
may she rest in pieces
✨✨✨✨
where am I? who am I? what…?
wouldn’t you like to know
follow the yellow brick road they said
when the stocks go low
it’s time to buy
It’s exactly as we planned
I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore
✨✨✨✨
Mary’s little lamb
was fleeced by old McDonald
while Humpty Dumpty took a fall
from the tallest wall in the history of walls
bye bye miss America
France wants their statue back
it’s raining helicopters and jets
can my cat give me the bird flu
we’ll see what happens
in two weeks
that’s the $64,000 question
we already know the answer
history on repeat…no royalties

~kat

~ NaGloPoWriMo 12 April  2025 Prompt: Try writing a poem that makes reference to one or more myths, legends, or other well-known stories, that features wordplay (including rhyme), mixes formal and informal language, and contains multiple sections that play with a theme. Try also to incorporate at least one abstract concept – for example, desire or sorrow or pride or whimsy.