Monday, January 7, 2019

January Halibun

The sun has gone into hiding and sends the wind to blow the leaves off the trees. The people and animals are drowsy and the light fades too soon. There are those of us who suffer from seasonal affect disorder, the ones who love the sun and day light hours and during these dark months, require artificial sunlight and lemon spray to get through their days. Personally, I prefer the dark and cool of night as I don't enjoy the burning rays of old sol. Another year is on the horizon and I have to wonder, as I always do, is this my last one? My last Christmas? my last whatever? I think I have bought my last washer and dryer, and my last sofa. Morbid thoughts but its worth a ponder as my health has not been the best this past year. I admit before I would laugh it off, but not this year.

time keeps moving on
waiting for no one at all
this may be my last...

Here is another Halibun, but this time it is more in line with the theme of January. I somehow missed that before.
come join us at d'verse poets and see what the hubbub is all about.

Float fishing in Mountain View.

     As we ascended the winding road up and up, I could feel the anxiety fall off of my body shedding like a second skin. The air here was  thin and clean was easy to breathe, as we passed deep mountain hollers and steep peaks along the path to our destination. I found it easy to laugh and shake off the preceding months and days like it was all just a bad dream without end.
      And the next day, gliding downriver with the current and watching the lines bob,  waiting for that tug on the pole that meant a fish or a log or maybe even a rock. The gentle slosh on the side of the john boat synchronized with the motion was hypnotic, the sun on my face warm.
      Descending now back to the land of the living dead and dread creeps up from my belly and settles in my chest. I watch the river go about it's business and watch as reality speeds towards us in a collision course.

weekend getaway
never enough time for fun
we'll be home too soon

Today is Halibun Monday at  www.D'verse poetry bar. I am a sometimes poster there but there are many every day posters that are wonderful poets. I am trying to do better with da rules. Here is my attempt at linking.
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Thursday, January 3, 2019

To Know

Beyond the flat plains
of linear time-
where old seems new
and tick-tocks count
destiny's slow approach.
Stars hurtle through space
reeling by,
but hours are only milestones
marching by in single file
in earth time.
The spirit in the sky reaches
for the tesseract,
for a wrinkle in time-
and she steps upon
ground not lately trodden.
Shining stars surge and shift
and she slowly walks along
the surface of time.

over at we it is open link Thursday, where you can share any old thing so I decided to back up to Merril's suggestion of Time back from Jan 1. 

Monday, December 3, 2018

Visceral Discomfort

Those hot low notes flowed
from your soul
into the bass sax
and you swaying,
liquid brown eyes
fixed on me.
Fingers reaching
for keys,
eyes still fixed on me.
And I- was waiting for
the encore.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

once upon an

Once upon Nanopu ecno 
Gravity there is so low
My body feels very light
And my skin no longer feels too tight. 

In contrast-Earth’s gravity 
Always has its way with me
And if you can excuse my mouth 
My tits and ass are heading south.

Over at 

Lillian is in charge and she wants us to use The Stock phrase “Once upon a .....”
(But not “time”.) 
So i decided to reverse it and make it a planet where I was light as a feather. Nanopu Ecno


Wednesday, October 24, 2018

The dream

 Face of moon is oh, so clear
the 3/4 profile, the knowing sneer.
Looking down on earth with pity,
contemptuous and somewhat gritty. 

Whilst gazing upon that pale white face
 it is knocked down from outer space
by an unknown force, sent slamming
into the earth -ruined and flaming. 
Death to earth by her own moon
but dinosaurs will be back soon.
Dinosaurs will be back soon. 

Interstate 40 and 240 Memphis, Tn.

a slash of highway
east to west
from coast to coast 
from stem to stern
the artery 
of industry
like the flow of blood 
  like the fatal swerve 
 in the wet deep curve.

merge onto the city loop
pedal to the metal
road rage and crack
 drive like a maniac
like a bat out of hell
take a sudden veer 
and you are  here.

Its Poetics Tuesday at with the concept of travel, so I settled on our local traffic nightmare. 

Balancing the forces of light and dark


Hiveminds sense

The fall
Darker earlier
Later longer
Late later
Lighter earlier
And in spring
Lighter longer
And darker later
Later longer.
Illumination with light
Embrace the darkness
 Time is man made
as space is a theory
 hivemind only knows light and night.. 

It was Quadrille Monday at dVerse and the word du jour is "early"

Monday, May 7, 2018

grandchildrens visit

Tribe of wild children
burst in with kisses and hugs
midgets with shrill cries
three small tornados
leaving muddle and chaos
in their wake
with ruddy faces pouty lips
and tears that sting
old crusty heart of grandmother
who scolds their father for parenting.

Friday, May 4, 2018

Isol 8

Isol 8
you wander alone
beneath the gorgeous sky
streaks of jet stream
and travelers above
they never see you.

But I see you.
I know your mind
isolators hive mind,
but only you
can hear your heart beat.

Wednesday, March 21, 2018


The valets of spring
darting among the beauty of earth
drinking nectar to nourish
gathering golden dust upon
their dainty feet and knees.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Friday, July 14, 2017

The Blessing

It came out of the blue pink purple sky
like a window opened in heaven to let in fresh air
Sunbeams poured out like Gods eyes opening
maybe he was sleeping on his watch.
I think I chuckled at that
The idea of God nodding off.

God must have a great sense of humor
because why else would there be
dinosaur bones, platypus(es) and republicans?

There has been some descriptions of God
to which I can subscribe, based loosely
on my own experiences.
Like that song about Jesus on the bus
trying to make his way home,
And if he was a slob like one of us.
Or that homeless guy with a sign
that makes us feel so awful inside.

After reading the book Memnoch The Devil
by Anne Rice
it forever changed my thinking on Angels
Humans and God.
The cosmology of the plot is quite thought provoking.
I realize that makes me seem very suggestible. Perhaps I am.
I am a deep thinker, after all.

My blessing came that day when the gorgeous sky parted and
my mother waved at me from the open window as if to say don't be afraid.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

my bloody valentine

Muscle of love
 red flows within
    magical liquid
    giving a rhythm
  never a quiver  
the beat of life
goes on and on
   lub-dub dubbing along
     and the heart of the matter
       is the matter of the heart.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016


Funny things, sparks.
   things beginning
       Things ending
           Flare of light
              In the dark
              Flash of energy
                 Chemical reaction
                   A small bright point.
                     Romancing and wooing
                        A feeling of new love
                             Or old love anew
                                 Of sunlight on water
                          A still heart to flutter again.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

La Luna



Bone white oracle in a sea of ink
hovers like a worried mother
over the blue jewel Earth;
a sapphire swirling in Nirvana
as if flung from the hand
of a careless goddess.

The sun's eyes open; hers close
she pulls the sea up to her chest
and dozes.

Friday, November 6, 2015

Dogs and Furniture/ Furniture and Dogs and also Summer is Over In Memphis

I am at an odd place this late night. I find myself awake at 3 am quite frequently so that's not the oddity. Actually, the thing is,  I have gotten permission from my husband to look and shop for furniture. You see, his mom is coming to visit us soon, so she has to have a place to sit down. And the furniture that is in my house is on its last leg. You see, I have adopted these two really great and really big dogs..Tank and Savannah, and  they have finished destroying my old broken down furniture. It was pretty close to being beat up before Tank the 70 pound pit bull came here to live, but since he has taken the sofa as his bed, it's kind of a done deal. I guess that's my fault for allowing it, and I have no idea how to keep him from doing it on the NEW furniture. I have read some interesting suggestions however, such as placing a carpet runner mat on it upside down, so those spiky things on the bottom are on the top.
     Yes, I know most dogs get to sleep with their humans, but he knows nothing about doing the dog curl up, as he lays stretched out all four paws to the four corners all splayed out like a fainting goat and then there is the blanket tug of war. Pretty soon, he starts to growl, probably warning what ever dream dog that this is his dream yard and you best just move on. After that he starts to bark with his mouth closed,  and it is the weirdest thing when he does that, because he sounds like he is three blocks away and he is laying right here growling and barking with his mouth closed and his feet twitching. Funny old dog.

So back to the furniture. I have found out more about chairs tonight than I have ever wanted to know. I wanted to do some research so I would know what  I wanted and needed before ever setting foot in an actual store. Everyone knows a furniture salesman are worse than used car salesman. (Everyone but me, that is.) Mattresses salesment fall in that category too and are made worse by the fact that you don't get to buy furniture and mattresses that often because they are expensive. So if you don't get it right, too bad, you are stuck with it for at least 5 years, probably more. Here are some things I have learned about buying furniture.

All furniture isn't created equally. Some of it is made with particle board, wood foam and staples. No shit. Staples!! When someone around the weight of 40 sits down hard and you hear something snap, that is not a good sign. Those nail heads? They don't "do" anything. It's decoration. Most of that stuff is glued and stapled together and not nailed.I also learned the word, Leather Bonding. NOT bondage, bonDING. Look that one up.
Other words to look for-  words such as:
"frames are constructed with all solid kiln dried hardwoods"
 "reinforced with blocks"
"sinuous springing system"
"potential leather carnage "

The last one is strange, but true because animals are weirdly affected by leather and other animal hides. I am sure you can see why.

Recliners are in a league all by themselves as there are mechanisms and motion furniture, they have low leggers that support your whole leg to your ankles and high leggers that support your upper legs only. (WHY?) They have push back, push button and lever back kinds. You can pull a handle and it will slam into the back of your legs or you can ease yourself up with the push of a button in a power recliner. It boggles the mind!!
Then you have all the types of covering. I will spare you that. It just goes on and on. I never really paid attention to any of this before.
    During my explorations of chairs, I had one thing in the back of my mind. My own, and others in my tribe's girth and heft.  Most all of the chairs were not as wide as they appeared. I was looking at one that looked like it would accommodate Sasquatch, and it was only  18 inches across the seat. That wouldn't work out around here, i can tell you that without even getting a tape measure out. Some are larger than others and we don't want anyone to be uncomfy. Ya know whadda mean?

So the chairs. I am going to have to get some chairs for our "Entertainment room" also known as "TV room" or "In there". And then, perhaps I can have a sofa for the Parlor, Sitting room or more recently called a Living room. My own mother had a Parlor and no one was allowed to sit on the furniture. Ever.

Ok. Now I need some help from my friends out there in SlobbsBlogg- Land. (Is there anyone still out there? )

Please tell me how to keep my dogs off the future new furniture. All suggestions will be seriously considered.
Waiting to hear from you .......I have been missing my blog....and all of my readers who make me happy.
The Old SlobbBlogger.


Saturday, October 31, 2015

Back again

Hello from the old Slobblogger out here in Elvisland. I have revived the Slobblogg, given it CPR and a good dusting off. It seems like it is pretty much like I left it almost 2 years ago. I have gotten a little older and alot more bolder, or is it alot LESS bolder. As some old Rock N Roller used to say. Slobb blog never forgets.

I am back here now, back in the land of blogs and words after a long hiatus. I have been blocked, blacked out, constipated, dried up like a cow chip with words spaced out and rare, any inspiration, like a rolling tumbleweed in the desert of a flat line brain. Im broken and lost and wonder if I am truly mad? I despise my loathing and despair. All my other life gay and happy, this is a thin aired existence, giving no energy nor requiring any. The constant companion, pain, now arises from my hips and lights up the knee and ankle, and the hands and fingers are like pain antennae, tracking any high barometric pressure in the area. Its alarming to realize not only do I not want to add exercise to my life, but I am unable to. Walking half a block and having to turn around and rest several times raised a warning flag of burning pain in my hips and groin. Should I even mention the shortness of breath and alarming weight gain? I see to be unable to stop the train headed my way. Maybe I want to get hit by it. I guess I wonder what its like, but then I realize what I just wondered about and get wary of my thoughts.
Death by self neglect. I gotta take a nap now.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Once upon a setting Sun

Once upon a beach of the Eastern shore waves gently stroke the land
and seabirds fuss over spots to squat and warm the new lain eggs.
Grains of sand gritty between toes warmed by the setting Sun
sinking slow, a pastel light show with lavender and magenta
and blackbirds are flung across the pink canvas of heavens gate.
A last golden flash radiates the horizon and slowly stars appear-
Luna shows her radiant face glancing briefly at her fleeting love;
as together they will never share the sky.