https://soundcloud.com/momzillanc/winter-spoken-word-22421-221-pm Bleak September rain washes away the end of Summer…Damp, Barber winds bluster and carry away warm Summer breezes…The hastening dance of days runs ever shorter in fall of Autumn color…Brittle, dry, crackling leaves fly, dance, shutter, and fall…Fragile, crumbling refuse of warmer, brighter days. Cold winds blow, snaking round every corner…Swirling, seeping, sneaking into … Continue reading Winter
The true love story of my husband and myself. We've been together since 1990. Original digital artwork by D. Denise Dianaty Soul and soul alone, divided by ocean’s brine…Looked up and wondered on one shining star…A wish, a hope made for love to find…Two faces do lonely sadness mar. Years wend on, without love’s rhyme…Heart … Continue reading Soul to Soul
An Acrostic Poem Love You…isten to the quickening of my breathf the thump-thump, thump-thump beating of myirtuous and passionately racing heartver hastened by the nearness of youou gathered the pieces of my shattered heartverlaid the shards upon your own andnited both hearts to beat as one © 21 January 2015, by D. Denise Dianaty
An acrostic poem for Valentine's Day My Forever Valentine My forever ValentineYou will always be in my heart Fidelity and loyalty are my pledgeOne heart of love laid bare for youReverently made an altar to LoveEndowed with sanctity by your devotionVeracity writ in your every glanceEnduring loyalty and sustaining loveReverently offered in your gentle touch … Continue reading My Forever Valentine
A poem about not being taken in again by the wrong person, and of what's to be gained by embracing the better person. It's specifically about the last boyfriend I had, and the healing love of my husband.
A Trump staffer said watching Biden is like watching “an episode of Mister Rodgers [sic]” — To which I must agree. Watching Biden’s town hall was calming and I came away from watching it feeling better about my country, about my world… much like watching Mister Rogers used to make me feel as a child. Most importantly, I felt better about my fellow countrymen than I have in the past four years — I came away from it daring to hope we can become a UNITED States of America again.
The tune is one composed c. 1982, by the poet. The lyrics, also composed by the poet, were composed in 2015. The song inspired the poet's short paranormal romance novellette, "The Dance Plays On" – A delicately sad tale of transcendent love, a perfect kiss, and haunting, beautiful tragedy
We, women and girls, have been told all our lives not to argue… that it’s “not ladylike.” I’m sick to death of being told to hush! I’m beyond fed up with being silenced. We have survived them all our lives.
Our heroes serve by choice. Ours is an all volunteer service today. Our nation's champions sacrifice and serve. And, when they bleed or die on far flung battlefields, we must raise them up and render all due honor.