Flashy boots I’m the boss stance My save the world plan And the mask I’m giving them all up Hanging up my cape I want to be free I want to fly
yesterday and tomorrow clank around and bite my heels today let’s run away
What if you were locked in prison for years Where you could only Hope and imagine and dream What you could do What it would be like To be free. Then, what if, you were finally released and set free, Free to really live. Where do you live now?
After a good day’s work Getting things done Running here and there After dancing, cooking, and washing my hair I settled in gratefully, gracefully Savoring the night Loving my life And that’s when I got the word My friends a half a world away Are in jail Accusations and denials And as of yet, no […]
Decades-old dreams Coming apart at the seams Dreams that don’t fit anymore Dreams that come crashing to the floor Are you sure you’ll be buried by the debris? From here, you just look free Dust yourself off And dance From here, You’ll be free — About the poem: I can’t think of any change […]
Pedaling my bike Sailing through pools of street light Flying through the night — About the poem: I wrote this poem in May in South Korea. But this week, riding my bike at night from Denver Botanic Gardens to my friendly Starbucks on 2nd and Fillmore in Cherry Creek, Denver, I felt the same exhilaration! […]
Even though It’s dark And it’s raining I’m not gonna Sit home Antsy and stiff And uneasy I’m gonna go out And walk In the dark In the rain And feel free – About the poem: Tonight, I had a hard time getting out of the house for my night time walk. I got going […]
Pedaling my bike Sailing through pools of street light Flying through the night – About the poem: I wrote this poem in May. Now, the weather is so hot and humid, you feel sticky just walking around. But hopping on my bike at night …omigosh, heavenly! Suddenly cool and dry and feelin’ goood!
Find your most delicate Your most prized crystal goblet I will hold it While you fill it diligently With every worry And every disappointment And every regret And every sad memory And every smidgin of guilt Let go Stand back As I smash it To smithereens With the spike heel of My kryptonite stiletto Now […]
Pedaling my bike Sailing through pools of street light Flying through the night — About the poem: What freedom! Do you know when I lived in Saudi Arabia, riding my bike was the biggest thing I missed? Now, riding my bike around town on summer nights …flying like a crazy witch on a broom. Great!