Years together is like water, eroding the shore.

The familiarity of the territory, turned sparks into snores.

Heard every joke, every story time and again,

4th of July Fireworks

By Debborah Jensen

Families together on hot summer nights.

Sitting on blankets, freedoms rights.

Gaze at the stars, anticipation grows.

White vaporous spectors daintily dance over the shrouded tera firma.

Autums corpses skitter across, giving way to snow devils in a spiraling ballet.

Rainbows broken on the snow covered ground.

Snowflakes. prisms deconstructed light now.

Confetti of sprinkles, on frosting of white,

Sun on snow, winters sight.

Meloncholy October

All this screaming in my head,

October, is dawn of dead.

Wind blown corpses cackles down streets,

Crunching under booted feet.

Coats pulled closer, chill within.

Summer is here, I've waited all year.
For gardens, greenery, and lemonaide cheer.

Live in the slow lane, on the porch swing.
Sitting on blankets, local talent to sing.

Don't put your mantle on me.
I'm not your mother, your mine you see?

More and more you give up your role,
and try to force a reversal, no!

There is nothing wrong with you dr.s say,

Gray haired, blue haired or no hair at all,
Women rule 4 to one, at the Wednesday Bingo hall.

Elephants, troll dolls, dabbers galore,
arrive two hours early, to get a table by the door.

Breakfast time, watch the news.
Pictures before my eyes, abused.

A baby thrown across the room,
by a 16 year old boy, here comes gloom.

A woman kidnapped another's cat.

The thousand little things you do every day.

The way you smile when I suggest we play.

Coffee at my bedside in the morning so sweet.

A blanket over my always cold feet.

What were they thinking? Was my first thought when I heard.

Young girls made a pact to get pregnant, conformity is absurd.

No thought to the life inside that they carry.

Had the day off from my business, so free.
Manicure, pedicure, new hair do for me.
Lunch with a girlfriend, a walk with the dog.
Got to sit down and write in my blog.

Birthed in warm waters of the ocean it grows, Watch it on radar, guessing where it goes.

Nothing to do, but move out of it's way.
Powerless over this hurricane's day.

Your voice is low,
Smooth, like chocolate melting in my warm mouth.

Your skin, dark brown,
Chocolate, smooth like your voice.

Your words melt,
My soul.

Bruised, feeling beaten
Down
Rejected, dejected, infected with,
Despair
Sadness grows, fills, overflows,
onto my face
Clean it off, smile don't show
your mind
Be cool, talk calm, or they