Here’s a Picture of a Shaved Llama

I’ve got writer’s block
Nothing’s coming to me,
So a poem you will get
With a cadence of three.

I’m not sure what to write,
What to say, what to mention,
When there’s so much to say
But a bit of apprehension.

This blog is professional,
Part of my job you might say,
So I’m a bit censored
With my opinions today.

There’s much I could tell you
About Harper and such,
But if I go down that road
It might be a bit much.

And with kids in the media
Being killed by a drunk,
My rage is turned up and
My filter debunk.

So I have to be careful
About saying too much.
It is for this reason
A private blog may be clutch.

A place I could vent
One hundred percent truth,
To know it was me,
Well, you’d have to sleuth.

But that’s not the case,
Only one blog have I,
So from me this week,
These words are my try.

I do have a list
Of all-drafted posts,
And yet none grabbed a hold
And moved me the most.

But you’ve seen a few poems
From me over the years;
There was one right here
And one to say cheers.

But this week, I’m empty,
My creativity gone,
And I find from a poem
An idea may spawn.

Stay tuned for next week,
It may be something quite foul,
Or perhaps I’ll just show you
What’s making me howl:


Thanks for reading along,
My nearly 400 words.
Your brain might be fried,
Your eyes nearly blurred.

If you’ve been here from the start,
In 2012 May,
You’ll know that I’ve published
Every single Tuesday.

That’s 178 times
I’ve shared things with you,
And I so appreciate
That you’ve been here too.

I’ve gone from just a few readers
To five hundred a week.
I love the input you give,
And even the critique.

I write about what’s important,
At least in my mind,
And there’s no more authentic
A blog you will find.

Except for that private one
Mentioned above,
And that one, my friends,
Will stay hidden, sort of…..

Christmas Presence: A Poem

I don’t have a blog for you, this week’s a cheesy poem.
I’m writing this one by the dim light of my phone.
It’s late in my house now, and I’ve been busy you see,
Hiding Elf on the Shelf and making Christmas cookies.

I’m finding it tricky to balance it all,
With the stress of December and the trips to the mall.
My son, almost six, wants Thor and a sword,
And I’m not big on weapons, please help me, oh Lord.

My daughter, she’s two, and she wants just one thing:
A pink kitty necklace and its bright sparkly bling.
Don’t forget about parents, and yes there’s my hubby,
Nieces and nephews and stockings to make chubby.

And there’s holiday cards I get made with our pics,
I send more than one hundred, lots of envelope licks.
And then there’s the tree and of course Christmas lights,
My decor is less homey, more cheery and bright.

I have written blogs lately, on weight belts and my run,
On concussion and movement and of course on my hun.
On school kids and snatches and on being 35,
It’s true, after that one, my email’s on overdrive.

But if I’m being honest, I’ve been quite distracted,
I’m in the business of magic and my time’s been impacted.
You see this year I’m Santa, and the magic is planned.
My kids believe fully and they truly understand.

I’m in the midst of those years that are few and are priceless,
Where if we don’t leave out cookies there could be a crisis.
They see Christmas miracles in the simplest of stuff
And of holiday carols they can’t get enough.

So I’m drinking them in and I’m soaking them up,
Their gifts are very few but our outings fill their cup.
Because it’s presence, you see, that is a gift all year through
Not presents in December that will have to make due.

So take a walk down the street and link arm in arm,
Tell your honeys you love them and they’ll keep you warm.
I wish for you family and happiness and friends,
This holiday season and right to the end.

I saw this image floating around Facebook; that's what inspired my post.

I saw this image floating around Facebook; that’s what inspired my post.