Las Vegas, New Mexico Acrostic Poem

Las Vegas Acrostic

Las Vegas, New Mexico

Lilacs in spring make your heart sing.
Art in the park? Oh what a lark!
Silvery river, lovely life giver.

Vegas town is New Mexico’s crown.
Enchantingly pretty, this little city
Gracious and kind, a place to unwind.
Architectural treasures, historical measures –
So proud of this place, with its charm and its grace.

New fallen rain, greens up the plain
Expands to the rills, and touches the hills.
Water comes down and brings joy all around.

Melding shades, in shadows fade
Engages God’s brush to enhance nature’s flush.
Xanthic hues are mixed in with blues
Indigo furls into mauve perfect curls
Colors the sky and makes your heart sigh.
Oh, how sublime, it is Las Vegas, New Mexico time.

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Homage to Las Vegas Historic Homes

Painted Ladies

PAINTED LADIES

Bedraggled and empty,
her worn gables sagging
like an old woman’s wig,
askew and tatty.

Behind a scarred oak door
a dull wooden staircase,
marred wainscoting,
wallpaper stained and torn.

Oh, but the memories
that sing through her halls
telling of family history
full of laughter and joy.

Now restored, rainbow hues
dabbed on lintel, column,
dormer, cornice, pediment
and wraparound porch.

Oak door burnished to a shine,
beveled glass winking with light,
floors polished and golden,
the lady comes to life.

History begins anew
in the painted lady,
Victorian character and charm
dancing with memories made.

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Walk With Me

Walk With Me

Let us stroll along today
and talk.
Tell me what makes you laugh
as we walk.

I want to listen to what
you have to say.
Share your heart with
me today.

I want to know what makes
you cry.
May I ease your worry and wipe
your tears dry?

Share with me your anger
deep inside.
I will help you slay that dragon,
and turn the tide.

I am your friend
come what may.
Please share your heart
with me today.

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Shadow Dance With Tulips

Shadow Dance

Shadow fingers stretch to touch
velvet cups on slender stalk–
Dance! whispers nature
‘ere sun makes each shadow walk.


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Random Poetry

I am participating in the Writer’s Digest Poetic Asides April Poem a Day challenge. I’ve done it before and enjoyed it tremendously. This is the first year I started on the first day and written (for the most part) every day. The days I miss I catch up on. The poems below are from previous years and are random and unrelated. I picked them for that reason. As a poet I’m a bit of a fraud. I don’t give a lot of thought to poetic style. I write stuff, call it a poem and slap it up there. Poetry is like any other writing. You have a story to tell and you tell it in the way that seems right. Some stories are better told in poetic form, short or long, it matters not.

BURSTING WITH BAGS

First there was one,
it took up no room at all,
I stuffed it into a bag,
a small one in the hall.

I went back to the store
and acquired more to add
to the bag in the hall.
Isn’t that just a little sad?

The bag in the hall
bulged when I next came back.
It isn’t much, I said to myself.
Two more went into the sack.

Suddenly plastic
Spilled out upon the floor!
The bags rose higher,
blocking the door.

With a sigh and deep regret,
I admitted there is no point
In keeping these damned bags
all over the joint!

 

SHADOWS

Shadows creep across the floor,
inky black spreading toward the door.
Someone is there, waiting
on my nerves grating, grating,
hovering and so drear,
beating my senses into fear.
The moon so bright does appear.
What did I fear that was so near?
I cannot say for now ‘tis consumed
by moonlight shining into my room.

 

THE QUEEN

Shades and shapes billowed and played
Around the queen who ruled
With power deep in the changeling’s keep
To keep her subjects schooled.
She wove a web of truth and care
And left none behind.
On the trail naught would fail
Not in the hive’s collective mind.

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