Mother Nature has her say.Today is April Fools' Day. Awakening April 1st a delight. Ground all covered with white. Her humor, is she making a joke?Birds and flowers taking a poke. Everyone looks with surprise, Not going to see the sunrise. Winter we thought was gone.Snowy blanket really a con. Making the best of every day.Wishing it was the1st of May.

On Anticipating Chewing Gum I want to taste you. I want you to make me moist. My mouth awaits you. On Enjoying Chewing Gum You pass through my lips. My tongue caresses your form. I taste your sweet juice. On the Dénouement Squishy, flat, and soft. You satisfy no longer. Your essence is drained. On Swallowing Chewing Gum I swallow you whole. You slide into my smooth throat. Thick, wet, and sticky.

Younger couples twist and turn to try exotic positions. Senior couples try but then wind up at their physicians. Soft young kisses in the morning lead to passionate shrieking. Seniors’ kiss when they wake-up to celebrate no leaking. Visions of a young mate’s body start libidinal fires! Seeing seniors’ bodies invokes visions of spare tires. Younger couples shower and oil to do things that are kinky! It is hard for seniors...

Looking into the morning skiesNo clouds there to grace my eyes Still air filled with a deep chillBirds singing fractures the still Darkness breaking into lightClear blue heavens a delight Around the edges atop the hillPinkish shades begin to mill Sun will soon rise beginning to heat Frosty ground promptly it will defeat First rays touching tree tops of gold Robin sits feathers fluffed and bold Another beautiful clear spri...

Some claim after our final breath a soul survives the body’s death and some kind of an afterlife begins. Other’s say that when we die and utter our last earthly cry we’re dust and just wind up in garbage bins! I think it may well be the case that when we leave the human race the details of departure are what matter. For one can leave the mortal plane in total peace or with great pain, silently or with a bang or splatter....

Thank you for your thoughts and votes encouragement and cheery notes. I hope some did get chuckles from my story. It’s nice to get a little fame from dabbling in the writing game. A fleeting touch of literary glory. But also I’m compelled to say I could not celebrate this day without work done by all the web site folk. Thank you. Without this marvelous host I could not even do this post. (And without the seventy-five buck...

© 2011, Lee Goldberg It’s often said before the dawn that darkness reigns and hope is gone. Right now I know that’s the way you feel. But dawn will come. You’ll see the sun. One day your struggle will be done. And you will be quite different when you heal. Simple things will bring great joys, the sky, a breeze, a child’s new toys, a lovely flower or a pretty dress. A favorite song, a warm embrace, a cozy crackling firepla...

Making soup is alchemy—a brew made from the elementswhere fire, earth, air and water mingle to concoct a potionthat if seasoned well can hypnotize the senseswith its taste and nourishment.The mysteries of soup cannot be taughtby passing down a recipe of measurements.It’s more than slicing onions to be sizzledwith cut carrots, celery, green peppersthen sautéed until their essence bleedsand shines translucent from the heat....

An irritating thing in life that really gets me pissed, is searching for the one damn sock that invariably gets missed. I take great care to fill my washer with sock pairs that match. But somehow one sock disappears when I open my dryer latch! I wind up with the one odd guy that goes to a special drawer. And after every dryer load that drawer gets filled up more. Is there some other-worldly place to which bold socks can f...

Sitting here this morning with my second cup of coffee, looking at the empty chair across from me, wondering what I’d say if suddenly John Keats was there or Whitman with his broad rimmed hat or Shakespeare (would I call him Will?) and so somehow in the world behind my eyes when I looked up there was Keats across from me, his elbows on the table, looking at the painting on the wall and glancing at the fire in my stove-- a...

I think it is a good thing that for my life's profession, I never chose to became a chef. I would have specialized in desserts. Cakes, doughnuts, pies, delicious puddings, custards and cheesecakes. Topped with Ice Cream, decadent sauces, or whipped cream. Fancy lavish dishes loaded with way too many unhealthy calories and fats. Just sampling them through my work day, would really have increased my waist size. Over time I...

The clowns have gone packed in their tiny red car,Balloons deflated after a big day on show,All that remains is birthday cake crumbs and a very tired one year old boy. As the first star falls into sight and the last page is turned, Sheets are folded back and new toys make mountains in his first new room,His second year waits with walking and talking on the rise. Walk to the bed tears are shed, Mother catches her toe on a...

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Note: For several years I woke up at 4 am and wrote a new poem each dawn never knowing what would come. I’ve collected the best of them in a book called Morning Songs and now will share some of them with those who are interested.Each dawn I sit here waiting for the lightthat leads me from the dark so I can writethese words, these psalms, these songs of praise, of pain,of mystery and look up at the sun and rainand know the...

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