Daily missive for Thursday the 19th of January.

Even on a blue day
With the sun
Too turbulent to gaze upon
Trees a thousand shades
Of green
Hibiscus and Bougainvillaea
The occasional Crab Claw plant
Looking to snap
At the breeze
Reaching for the sky
The air moving
With only the hum
Of contented insects
Breaking against
The ear drums with a whisper,
There is darkness.
Shadows hide in corners
Waiting to bleed
Across the path
Consuming light
Turning bright colours grey
A black cat with thoughtful eyes
Deeper than regret
Holds a pensive pose
Beneath a table
In two minds
About its life choices
Even the tethered dog knows
Expanse is relative.
Open spaces can
Be choked with the dust
Of old dreams
Safety remains hidden
Until the last moment
Darkness changed by intent
Black holes reconfigured
With an aromatic reveal
Into the welcome door
Of a coffee shop
The world is rearranged.
Once more
There is colour in the garden
Darkness is out of the closet
Becomes a bed fellow
Together they belong
A complimentary spectrum
Blended in a balance
Of perceptual emotion.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 19, 2017

Agree to Disagree:~by Mohammed Michael Harfoush



Agree to Disagree:

As people shuffle in to celebrate,
To scold, to reprimand, to demonstrate;
I find myself indifferent to the fact
That I’ll most likely feel quite unattached
To what’s about to happen in D.C.

The President’s the precedent, so be
Respectful of the office, if not him;
We’ve weathered worse, and birthed more horrid trends.

We’ve treated one another terrible,
We’ve alienated old friends—some new,
We’ve torn each other limb from limb with words,
We spoke-up—yet, still many felt unheard.

Alas, the deed is done—why salt our wounds?

Why can’t we come together and conclude
That we can get through anything if we
Resolve to just agree to disagree?

© 2017 Mohammed Michael Harfoush

Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 19, 2017

She said~by Aziza Dahdouh



She said

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She said
We were engaged
Before life
Soul to soul
We will celebrate
Our wedding
After death
In a stunning place
Called heaven
Keep faith
Soul of the soul

Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 19, 2017

Wonderland~by Paul F. Lenzi





Image From “Wallpaper Converter”

sycamore fingers
softly sifting white graces
winter’s own blessing

Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 19, 2017




My Choice

Crimson me
solitary vibrant leaf
bright among the detritus of fall

Crimson me
rising sun ‘neath lone streak of cloud
splashing daylight into roiling ocean’s blue

Crimson me
hand-tied twisted rambling tail
flying high with diamond kite in sky

Crimson me
red rose beribboned bright
silent love song from stoic gone rogue

Palette of smudged pastels and oils
color me in life’s brightest hue
more than a blush, a sheen

I choose patina
to shine, to soar, to sing
I choose to live in love




Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Victoria is tending bar today and reminds us how important the role of repetition is in our lives. As it can be in poetry. So today we write using repetition – a phrase, a line; a sound or a syllable within a line or stanza.
Photos are from Bermuda and Cape Cod, except for the rose which is in public domain. Bar opens at 3 PM Boston time.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 19, 2017

Alzheimer’s~by rldubour




Image result for Alzheimer’s

What causes this? They still do not know.

They claim genetics might play a role.

Alzheimer’s disease they call it AD.

Is a form of dementia that they see.

A group of brain disorders that cause memory loss.

Unable to find those picture negative thoughts.

A slow decline in ones mental functions.

How sad not knowing where to go at the junction.

AD disease is the most common form of dementia.

Where memory fades and they wonder who sent ya.

Another name for AD is called Mematine.

To both men and woman it is very unkind.

Very rare it will strike those younger than sixty.

But for the older ones, AD if very thrifty.

At age sixty-five one could be in trouble.

Because every five years ones chances are doubled!

Right now in America there are four and a half million.

These numbers are staggering in fact they are chilling.

The first stages of AD are often confused,

With the normal process of aging.

It’s important to remember AD is not normal

This is what I am saying.

They already linked one gene to AD

High cholesterol and blood pressure have a role they do see.

So have patients with your elders both woman and man.

It has no preference they know this for sure.

Let us show them compassion, we don’t know what’s in store!

Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 19, 2017

WONDER~by Balachandran Nair




No more it is any wonder
I always scribble some blunder
As infant, and brain very tender
I sucked papa’s nipples slender
As a boy I was no better
Chose only girls for a fitter
As a youth I hated the truth
Betrayed faith, blemished ruth
Mom wanted to make me a wrestler
On my own I became a rustler
Cornered, married a rich n beauty
Two issues, girls, I absconded duty
Did a surgical strike on society
Police caught with booze and booty
Fraught of repeated police hook
I hide, write poetry in face book
Because it is where most of the people
Park their true integrity’s vehicle,
Exhibit their rich stolen article.
I too surrender here, NO WONDER!

(c) 19.01.2017

Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 19, 2017

Unblossomed~by Arti Rai




Were you whirlwind,
Or an intense pack of blazing sunrays ,
Or a burning hearth of love,
That stirred my core .
You blew,you Kindled
You kissed , you entwined,
My tender petals
Which engulfed ,
An essence of life
Just in one touch
I blossomed.
“an unblossomed”.

Arti Rai.. copyright

Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 19, 2017

AS HEALTH FALLS~by Jagjit Singh Jandu




As health falls
Words become aliens to mind
Moments grow like giants in kind

As health falls
Feelings stand annoyed
Emotions turn strangers

As health falls
Imagination sinks to bottom
Verses feel shy to blossom

As health falls
Wealth & world turns meaningless
Soul seeks shelter with nothingness

As health falls
Reality of relations may be at stake
Masks of illusions turns to be fake

As health falls
Nothing sprays fragrance of charm
One needs affection & love’s warmth
(C) Jagjit Singh Jandu(Jit)
@ January 19, 2016

Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 19, 2017

Truth~by Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa

Have you ever witnessed a fact twisted by a well crafted lie that no proof can attest its truthfulness at all?




Buried deeply was one healthy seed
Layers of dirt over its hole did feed
The lies, malice, jealousy and greed

Then covered with hypocrite’s weed
The seed’s existence no one heed
Unseen now is its fruitful deed

Yet worry not for the muffled sound
The seed forever all dirt shall hound
Its roots anchored deeply in ground

Push sprouts until escape is found
Seedling’s strength all will astound
For truth can not forever be bound

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