Category Archives: POETRY

Poems I write, and learn to write in different forms.




19 miles to Baghdad,

I don’t feel so all alone…

Sometimes I get to talk to you,

Via the video-phone.

19 miles to Baghdad, and

I’m writing you this postcard,

Just to take away the fear…

Actually, it’s not so hard.

19 Miles to Baghdad, and

One thing I’ll never hear,

Is G.I.s writing home to say,

Wish you were here.

19 Miles to Baghdad, and

This I’m proud to say…

We’re over here protecting you all,

in the whole U. S. A.


As blossoms bouquet

A smell of dirty, red wind

Immense bombs stagger






Drizzle a rainbow, shiny and bright

Let us rejoice in that wondrous sight

Drizzle a rainbow, in the bluest of skies

A schmear of colors excite our eyes

Gaze upward, outward, refresh your mind

Drizzle peace and tranquility

Over all mankind

Drizzle a rainbow


For dVerse Poets – Drizzle – Quadrille 44 Words

Thanks, Mish, for hosting.

Quadrille #30


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© 2017 BS

6:29 a.m.



6:29 a.m.

If I was the me now, back then,

I’d have to remember when you asked for the Skyy

I asked why, and gave you a

Buttered Moon and honey

Just bring lots of quarters for money…

na na na na na … na na na na na

Your Words into a poem, my rose

You’re the light bulb to my verse and prose

Come joyride down our memory’s lane

There’s no one left to blame

na na na na na … na na na na na


***note*** this poem came about from a conversation on Face Book. I had permission to change the words around to form a poem. I do think you can find poetry anywhere you look. The title is taken from the time I was reading the FB comments 🙂


For dVerse Poets Open Link Night # 191

Open Link Night # 191

Thank you for hosting, Gayle


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Color Your World – Aquamarine


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Who would I be, if not me anymore

Stripped of my being, right down to the core

I’ll open tomorrow with an arrhythmic swallow

Banish the sad, the tepid, and follow

For awhile, for a season, on the calendar year

An affirmation that I hold dear

With a flourish, a shout, a cursive flair

I’ll be the Ghost, I’ll still be there

Myself as myself, there are no lies

I am the Ghost with Aquamarine Eyes.


© 2016 BS


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Giggle me a moonbeam

Right around midnight

Snicker me some fireflies

I promise they won’t bite

Light sparkly fireworks

With a chuckle and a hiss

Whinny at the tree frogs

Then give me a little kiss

Giggle me a midnight

Within the moonbeam’s light



Photo found on Pixabay


for dVerse Poets – Quadrille # 27 (44 words) – Giggle …

Quadrille #27

Thanks De, for the fun prompt!


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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 25/17


Todays SOCS – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – has the prompt word ‘how’, to use ‘however’ we want to use it.

How can I come up with something using ‘how’? All I can think of is  little phrases I’ve heard, like ‘how now brown cow’, and ‘how’s it going?’ Also, there are lots of ‘how-to’ videos, and books, showing/telling how to do something. There’s also ‘Howdy Doody’, which was a children’s television show, back in the 50s, using a character marionette. I remember watching that, and thought it was pretty funny. That’s about all I can think of for ‘how’.   … However… I wrote this impromptu poem just now. I actually wrote it on paper, right before I started typing this post. So, it’s basically stream of consciousness poem writing, which is how I usually do my poetry. The words just come to me, pretty fast, and I write them down in a hurry, so as not to forget ‘how’ it went in my head. Anyway…hope you enjoy my poem. It uses ‘how’ in a different way. 🙂



photo found on Pixabay


Howl at the moon

Howl at the stars

Howl to the night

Howl against wars

Howl at injustice

Howl for peace

Howl out the pain

Howl for surcease

Howl for humanity

Howl out frustrations

Howl for your love

Howl for all nations


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© 2017 BS





Little bath-tub  spider, who lives in the drain,

I didn’t want to shower,and send down the rain

On your head, ’cause then you’d be dead.

I saw you peeking out at me,

Every time I come in to…

P -erhaps you’re content to live in the drain;

An easy escape when you’d dive in again.

But little spider, I’ve watched you grow

Up from a tiny spiderling to a right sized King,

As spiders go, and today you were brave…you didn’t hide

You gave me the chance to give you a ride

Out in the warm, spring-time air,

Maybe you’ll be part of a pair

To congregate, to procreate

Some little spiderlings

I think that’s fair

So, now you see the possibilities

Of living outdoors in the grass and the trees

It’s plain to see, a drain is no place

For a Spider King to embrace.


This is a true story. 🙂


Thanks for hosting, Grace!

for dVerse Poets – Open-Link-Night # 190


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© 2017 BS

An Article by Renegade Expressions


An Article by Renegade Expressions


I read this yesterday, on Renegade Expressions blog, and was so impressed by the wise words of the poem, I wanted to share it. I tried to re-blog, but for some reason it wouldn’t work right, so here I’ve copied and pasted it here. I was given permission from the author to share the poem.

You can find Renegade Expressions blog by clicking this link:



Few people dare to venture to The Other Side.

The rest seem brainwashed by the information the media provides.

Who is shaping your views?

Is it the music or the movies you go to?


Caught up in the news, the latest trends and hype,

With no knowledge of the unseen hand controlling your lives.

The devil is in the details, but the devil isn’t real.

Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to make a deal?


Matriculated with hopes of getting an education, graduated, then found out you were played by these schools.

Wallowing in debt, an educated fool, robot, and slave.

Could have invested in yourself with all that money you would have saved.


Programmed to spend the better years of your lives, in a nine to five, stressed and unhealthy.

Living from paycheck to paycheck

Doing the most to make some fat cats wealthy.

Then retiring with little or no health care or a pension,

At least you were able to give your kids an education.

So, they can follow in your footsteps working for the man.

Zombies roaming around unable to come up with an original thought or a plan.


So, the cycle continues, hamsters on a wheel, rats in a race.

Who is going to break the chain? What’s the saving grace?

But, notice even celebrities go insane.

It’s not about what’s in your pocket, but what’s in your heart,

What’s in your water? What’s in your air?


You are not sick, you are being poisoned, my dear.

Let your food be your medicine, your doctor doesn’t care.

All he sees is dollar signs, let him prescribe you a pill,

Then watch him go crazy if you can’t pay the bill.


Your pastor can’t save you, he can’t even save himself.

You gave him all this power and your hard-earned money,

And got sold on a scheme about eternal milk and honey,

A mansion in the sky, waiting for you when you die.

While he lives in a mansion, owns luxurious cars and a private jet.

He gets his reward now, but you have to wait until death.


Slavery has long been abolished, or so we think.

Remember a chain is as strong as its weakest link.

You don’t have to be locked up to be in prison,

It’s all in your head, if they control your mind, the body is as good as dead.


Like Coolio, I am not trying to preach, but each one teach one and see how many we can reach.

Together, the ants can conquer the elephant, you know? The one in the room?

But until then, I will see you when you get there.

If you ever get there. The Other Side.



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© 2017 BS




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U F O, flying high

Took a tumbler from the sky

Tipsy-turvy, cannot go

Crashed down on the rocks below

Chaser tried to find some proof

Shaken alien – it was no spoof


This is for dVerse Poets – Poetics – Muse Mixology …

We had a list of drinking/bar associated words to choose from, making our poem any length.Do not make it about the drinking words. If not using words from the list, make your poem only 33 words or less.

Mine was 33 words or less, but I did use words from the list. 🙂

Thanks, De (Whimsygizmo), for hosting!


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© 2017 BS




Book Spine Poetry is finding some book titles, putting them in some kind of order, and see if it makes sense! 🙂  Here’s a couple I did today.



Lost in the Amazon

Time on My Hands

I’m Down


Where the Boys Are

Voluntary Madness

but enough about me



I’m Looking Through You

You Don’t Look Like Anyone I Know

I’m a Stranger Here Myself


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© 2017 BS