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The Answer


Some days, I pray for peace

And I end up with war.

Some days, I pray for understanding

But I get confused.

Some days, I pray for patience

Then I have to wait.

Someday, someday, someday,

The Answer will return.

Until then, I will always pray.

Archaic Anna



Anna stopped writing her log,
Deciding to type up a blog;

How did she know
That her fingers would go?

They’re digital, not Anna-log.

Poetry By Moonlight

or The Perils of Writing In the Dark


They came in deep and darkest night,

As slumber chased behind my sight

First one, then two, then three and four

To my literary door.


I opened wide to let them in,

Words in jumbled acumen,

Rearranged within my brain

As sleep eluded, senses waned.


I rose, fled quickly from my bed

To capture musings in my head;

Stumbled I to my writing desk

In pale moonlight, to start my quest


Of immortalizing bless-ed words

That came like slumber’s fleeting birds.

I wrote by moonlight’s silver sheen,

My pen assailing paper clean.


I wrote till all had flowed without,

A work of genius, t‘was no doubt;

Slumber ran, caught up with me

And closed my lids so sleep could be.


My dreams were rich, and I was too,

I wanted fame like Angelou;

Laureate of all the world,

Nation’s flags for me unfurled!


When next I woke, the sun was high,

The day had dawned, and so had I

Upon the fact that poem grand

Was sitting there within my hand!


Upon the sheet I gazed – alack –

There was no poem, front or back!

Searching high and searching low,

Where, oh, where did my poem go?


The one that sealed my fortune’s fate,

A masterpiece (at least, line eight);

Line twelve was surely heaven fed,

Wish I knew just what it said.


I’m pretty sure line twenty four

Was pretty good for an amateur.

And thirty two, a dying ember,

I’d give an eyetooth to remember.


‘Twas then I happened upon pen

That I had used to write my zen;

I saw my fortunes quickly shrink,

The pen I used was out of ink.


My fate was cruel, but I’ll not weep,

For next, when Muse disturbs my sleep,

I will be ready! They shan’t escape,

Those immortal words, I’ll catch on tape!


If only I can remember to buy

Four Double A’s for the power supply.


 Copyright (c) 2009 B. E. Nelson

My Love

Caress my palate with your creamy gift;

My heart rejoices and my spirits lift;

You are my light, my dark,

My fat or fit;

Supping on heaven’s milk,

You are my love – my chocolate.

Do not truffle with my emotions.

Copyright (c) 2009 Barbara E. Nelson