R. I. P.

Today’s poem (R.I.P. - Rest in Peace) is centered on an actual event that took place in the year 1881 at Tombstone, Arizona.  The town was a lively place, open 24 hours-a-day to “serve” the miners who worked in shifts around the clock.

Winter Poem

Just a short poem that was sent to me and I'm passing it on. . . . .

Going With The Flow

 

It was a rainy day here in Phoenix recently and I decided to do what I always do…..Let it rain! But, as I’m watching the rain, the phrase “going with the flow” came into my mind. Alas, the title for a poem!

Fido's Poetic Thoughts

As a person that likes dogs, its always fun to write a poem about man’s best friend. A good source of dog photos can be found on the internet. Many of the photos are of pets dressed in people clothes and/or accessories. Hats seem very popular among the pet owners, but maybe only tolerated by the dogs.

A Glimpse of Paradise

It is no secret that I love France and all things French. When I received an e-mail recently entitled, “20 places that don’t look real” and saw today’s image I was, to say the least, impressed! The e-mail gives image credit to: Antony Spencer | Erasmus T.

Cat's Catastrophe

If you’ve ever had a cat for a pet, you’ll be able to relate to the poem for today. It is amazing how these sweet, cuddly bundles of loving fur can also be so independent! The purring and the tenderness comes with "their" conditions.

What If?

Recently I received an email that contained a cartoon strip by the great cartoonist Brian Crane. I loved the subtle humor it contained and as I was reading it,I’m saying to myself, “Self, you could write a poem on this “what if?” stuff!”

C.O.B.H

In the early days of Arizona, the small town mercantile store handled every thing that the numerous saloons, the livery stable, the blacksmith shop and the hotel with its cafe did not provide.

The Great Depression

At the height of the Great Depression, as many as 15 million Americans were unemployed. The unemployment number was 24.9 percent!

The Crutch

A couple of years ago, I came across a battered barrel cactus on one of my hikes. Some thoughtful souls had placed rocks under the cactus to keep it from falling over or even breaking in two. I was impressed and wrote a poem called Barrel on the Rocks.

Healthy Happy Heart

Normally a picture or a photo catches my attention, and I write a poem as the image  “talks” to me. Sometimes I’ll pick an historic event or person as the subject of my poems.

My Country

One of the areas I have tried to avoid as a writer is politics. In general, my poems and my musings have had a touch of humor with, maybe, an unexpected twist for an ending. Today’s post is serious stuff; bipartisan and patriotic in nature.

The Clothesline

Recently I received an email containing a poem entitled “Remembering Mom’s Clothesline” that was very well written. It reminded me of the early years in my life when there were no clothes dryers and my early married days when we couldn’t afford to buy one.

Homesteaders

Today’s poem is an effort to capture the adventurous spirit of the brave pioneers that moved the United States frontier westward in the mid-eighteen hundreds. It is difficult for modern day mankind to comprehend the hardship and suffering these courageous people endured. They had a dream! With determination and the “gravel in their gut”, they became the original settlers of what is now known in America as the “Southwest.”