Later

i'm taking you with me
pulling you closer to keep me company
wallow alone in this misery?
not something i'm used to

i reintroduce a topic not let go of
an old concern you thought we sorted out
the nerve! you ask what i'm yammering about
how dare you forget so quickly

you curve the conversation into a barrage of questions
touch on the forbidden subject
i interject, i object
then walk out so we'll continue this later




©2016 MSR
Published by MSR


One

the snack is sized perfectly
fits into the palm of her hand
one is the serving recommended !perfect!
on the package nutritional details

dilemma: the package serves two
so either she
has to share the other portion
or hide it, save it for later

the manufacturer of this product
doesn't know her personally
but somehow she's pretty certain
it knows exactly what she will do




©2016 MSR
Published by MSR


To My Queen

the woman with whom I share passion;
who stands beside
and helps me guide
through many of life's lessons.

Even if I fail at first
you give me love and caresses,
if we're every apart
it would break my heart

for you're one of God's blessings.
I love you.



To My King

the man I love without conditions;
who protects me
and directs me
through many of life's situations.

Though my quick tongue
may deliver occasional convictions,
I believe in you
and proudly conceive with you

the seeds of God's future champions.
I love you.




©2005 MSR
Published 2005 by Sourire


* December 2012 *
This month's poem is titled The Fat Man in Red. It's a holiday piece that tells the truth about Santa....or so it was rumored. The poem first appeared on a handmade holiday card and eventually was published in the L'Souris New York City Pe(s)t postcard line. Chosen for its humor, may the joke put a smile on your face for the holiday season.

Everything was just swell
sleighing around dinging a bell
until Santa said, “Oh hell,”
and squeezed his sphincter.

One can not go
cut one’s logs in the snow
but the pressure below
told him he would have to.

He knew of a house which had
children that were very bad
and although the parents would be mad
he pulled down his trousers and bent over their chimney.

It was a tough one.
Would he ever be done?
It felt like a ton
but he pushed, “ho ho hooo!”

In the house, the eldest brat
sat
looking up at
the chimney awaiting Santa’s drop in.

When it came down
there was a big frown
on Santa’s renown
but the fat man rode off anyway, “Merry Christmas!”



©1998 MSR
Published 1999 by Sourire


* November 2012 *
This month's poem is titled Please. It's an older work, but was chosen for its positive message that we mustn't forget to notice the beauty in life. As time seems to speed up, it's imperative to take a break from the hustle and bustle of daily life in order to notice what beautiful things surround us.

Please
remind me when
it's time because
I may forget and that

would be heartbreaking

not to notice
all of the helter
skelter in the faces
staring
at me
open-mouthed. It

would be quite amusing

to throw my head
back and laugh at
them
as they watch this
ugly
little girl turn into a
beautiful
young woman.
Don't you agree?



Published 1989
PAIDEIA Literary/Arts Magazine



MSR
POB 13236
Phoenix, Arizona 85002


Home                 About                 Releases                 Contact                 Sitemap


A MSRPHXAZUSA Book
© 2016 MSR