Poems by Adults

by Patricia Nehr, 2025

Each day, I have my own creativity to express

I don’t need to do anything to impress

My own way

Don’t care what I’ll say

I know what I have in mind

The words in use… will they be kind

I’m my own mastermind

Doing my own creativity to unwind

Words often easy to find

Putting doubters in their place

My presence… leaving without trace

I’m using my own words in my own style

Every memory kind or not goes in my memory file

The way I remember events good or bad

I am haunted by recent ones… with triggers leaving me feeling angry and sad

People undermining my intellect are just jealous of me

Their harsh treatment… I’ll never agree

My artful talent… I nearly gave up permanently

The judging of others… how I was set up to fail

How those who continue to be ignorant… past, present and future have a trail

I’m my own mastermind

I have to do poems that won’t come off kind

My anger… unleashing my own beast to say what I want

I’m not afraid… my poetic style I flaunt

I’m my own person… words give me power, strength to                                                               stand my ground

I know karma is her own mastermind… it often goes around

I’m not creatively wound

The look of disgust, words to inspire

My own inner fire

My brain with thoughts, ideas I own where I don’t want to be a bore

When it comes to reinventing who I am, I want to hold onto my inner core

Being told to live my life the way according to the way ignorant people expect me to

The need to be feisty and have courage in taking a stand grew

I know I am smart enough to know what I am doing is true

I’m my own mastermind

Not loving to be put into an ethical bind

Not loving being put between a rock and a hard place

How I should not have to justify myself all the time by                                                                   constantly stating my case

I should not have to save face

My peace and quiet I aim for… just to focus on my                                                                       creativity.

My own mastermind… need to maintain my sanity

I’m my own person, with my own intelligence I keep intact

Doubters who are all about put downs never attract

My values… how I express who I am in a mindful way

Being how I want to tell a story, I have my own artistic say

I am my own mastermind, creativity, self-advocating, my intelligence I outright own

Doubters who get in my way, I don’t even condone

I don’t dare want to be undermined nor overthrown

I’m my own mastermind

I have an ax to grind

When I know someone is shady

I see

Knowing their motives, I know I don’t agree

I know it, but these people who hurt are masters of a                                                                    verbal hit

So, it’s now about having plenty of grit

Reminded I’m being true to myself and that’s true

My poetry is about me, discovering something new

What I am saying and feeling is coming from within

Regardless if it’s to one’s chagrin

Creating poetry is my own personal win

Discovering I can do poetry later in life is pretty cool

by Patricia Nehr, 2025

I am proud of my art

I do it straight from the heart

From markers to paint

I am clearly not a saint

My art is clearly done by hand

I am not a member of any band

So many colors in my pieces

I can sure use a Dark Chocolate Reese’s.

I also use paint with glitter

It sure does shimmer

Many elements from flowers to stars

I hope one day my art will end up on the planet Mars!

From Primary Colors to Secondary colors in several pieces,

I really need that Dark Chocolate Reese’s!

I have done over 300 designs to date

I’m hoping I won’t have a date with my fate.

I would love to display my art in a gallery one day

But it would be me who decides in my own creative way

I have done so many bookmarks since two thousand nineteen

I love to keep my art nice and clean.

I have done pieces for friends and family

No, I have never drawn the whammy

I try to create fresh new color schemes

I really don’t like being a meme

I find inspiration all around me

No matter where it is, I know what it’ll be

People have often asked me how long it takes me to do each piece

I just know I can’t draw a person or geese

I have done many prototypes with a variety of colorful elements to appease the eye

Hey, at least all my hand drawn art is most definitely not a lie!

by Anne Kelly-Edmunds, 2025

Wolf Moon 2025

 

An ivory orb floats

on dusky navy blue.

 

Tangled earthbound branches

stretch skyward

screen some of its shine.

January’s moon continues

to rise uninhibited.

Creates a shimmering

silver path across dark water,

lights the land.

by Martha M. Feliciano, 2024

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner 

Poetry, essay, story, play 

I’m not sure which way to sway. 

Make it shorter, make it longer 

Not sure which way will be stronger. 

 

In the future or in the past 

Which one is the best to cast? 

Which to choose, I know, Wow! 

I’ll make it in the present, Now! 

 

Will it be love, or an adventure? 

Just not sure which way to venture. 

Pride, or greed, or virtue true 

Still not sure which one to do. 

 

And to the characters, should they be 

Happy, sad, or just angry. 

Should they be really good, or really bad? 

Or maybe they’ll just be half mad? 

 

Now I’m thinking as to whether 

They should even be together. 

Away these two could be carried 

Maybe even to get married. 

 

Is it really such a crime 

If my story’s not done on time? 

Should I leave my story due to time 

Behind and change it all to rhyme? 

 

I’ll start again, I’ll watch the time, 

Yes, I’ll make it up in rhyme. 

OK, I’m ready to start again, 

Oh, my goodness, where’s my pen? 

 

So, I look both far and near 

There it is, behind my ear. 

Now for my glasses a search is lead 

Yes, that’s right they’re on my head. 

 

I’m settled in, ’bout to begin 

On my face there is a grin. 

Getting ready, about to see… 

Can’t believe, I gotta pee? 

 

Yes, I know it’s not a crime 

If this isn’t done on time. 

At least I know I can’t get fired 

‘Cause finally I am retired. 

 

Finally, all settled in 

Then my clock starts chiming in, 

“Read the plaque upon the wall. 

Where it says for one and all. 

In this home there are no winners, 

If they don’t get their chicken dinners.” 

 

The clock ticks off, as if to say 

Not to waste your day away. 

Wasting time with indecision, 

just get started in that kitchen. 

 

I call out, “You’ll be just fine, 

All I need is one more line.” 

A voice calls back, “Don’t worry dear, 

I’ll get myself another beer.” 

 

I work and work on line by line 

Everything seems to go just fine 

And everything does seem to rhyme, 

But don’t forget to watch your time. 

 

On my leg I feel a paw, loudly now my cats do call. 

“You must know that it’s a crime not to feed your cats on time. 

In this home there are no winners, 

if we don’t get our chicken dinners.” 

 

When I called out one more time, 

“Not to worry, you’ll be just fine, 

All I need is one more line.” 

Then I heard the clock strike nine. 

 

Could someone else please be the winner? 

Just this time to get their dinner? 

Heaven help me if I’m wrong 

To have written until dawn. 

 

Ahh, I’m feeling a little stronger 

But can I hold out for much longer? 

Is it really such a crime, 

Just to search for one more line? 

 

Ohh, I know it’s getting worse, 

As I search for one more verse. 

I tell myself I’ll be just fine, 

If I can get just one more line. 

 

Tried to stop on the next day, 

but the words won’t go away. 

Haunted me, “you’ll be just fine, 

All you need is one more line.” 

 

Yes, I know it’s not a crime, 

If my work’s not done on time. 

But, my family’s getting thinner 

Should I start their chicken dinner? 

 

I hear a voice I know quite well, 

Coming through clear as a bell. 

“Eine Frau darf nicht vergessen” (a wife must not forget) 

“Um zu leben, muss man essen.” (To live, one must eat.) 

 

Kirche, Kinder, und die Küche 

(church, child, and the kitchen) 

Simply means to stop your bitchin’ 

And get back cookin’ in your kitchen. 

 

As the plaque says on the wall, 

There it states for one and all, 

“In this home there are no winners, 

If they don’t get their chicken dinners.” 

 

Now they say, “She is much thinner. 

She should have made their chicken dinner.” 

They hear my voice come from my grave, 

“What do you mean, I can’t be saved?” 

 

Surely it is not a crime, 

Not to have things done on time? 

I thought that I would be just fine. 

I just needed one more line. 

 

The people call, “She is a sinner. 

She should’ve made their chicken dinner.” 

Cause of death was not a crime. 

Death was due to too much rhyme. 

 

They hear my voice one more time, 

“Can I get off with just a fine?” 

The Cat Court hollered in this time, 

“Let the punishment fit the crime.” 

 

They thought and thought and did debate 

What would be a true fair fate. 

“Let the punishment fit the crime. 

Take away her one last line.” 

 

“Now it’s left to her decision, 

Can she truly now envision, 

That her life can be just fine 

Without finding one more line?” 

 

“Or will she lead a life of crime, 

Tellin’ her family they’ll be just fine 

While searching for that one last line. 

As her family gets much thinner 

Waiting for their chicken dinner.” 

 

As time did tell, and we all knew well, 

That the writing on the wall, stated there for one and all, 

“In this home there are no winners, 

If they don’t get their chicken dinners.’ 

by Anne Kelly-Edmunds, 2024

Blue-violet

dissolves into morning’s

shades of February gray

a backdrop

for skeletal trees

their buds-to-be

only a dream

by Courtney Harrington, 2024

Cats are marvelous creatures,

With their soft fur and cute features.

They run and play with delight,

Bringing joy and happiness day and night.

Their eyes, so bright and filled with mystery,

Hold secrets of ancient feline history.

They curl up in a cozy spot to rest,

Dreaming of adventures, they’re truly blessed.

Their purrs are like a melody,

A gentle hum that brings tranquility.

They rub against your legs, so warm and sweet,

Claiming you as their human, a bond complete.

by Charlotte Heotis, edited by PM Heotis, 2024

The goblins are a comin’
They’re traipsing up my walk
Some look mighty ghoulish
Speaking in such a gibberish
They have unearthly grins
Some I’m sure are aliens
There’s animals and ghastly insects
And humans with grotesques defects
Fairies dancing on the lawn
Even a cavorting little fawn
Do you think this is all a dream?
Of course not, it’s just Halloween!

by Charlotte Heotis, edited by PM Heotis, 2024

Awaken My Soul

Guide my ever thought and deed
Comfort me in times of need
Set my course upon the sea
Lay my path in step with thee

Awaken My Soul

Do not leave me at the great abyss
Take me to the precipice
Let me glimpse your plan for me
Then shift your winds and set me free
Should I from grace dare fall
Give me a loud awaking call

by Irene Cantor, 2024

Oh, to be a child again.

The ebb and flow of the days,

of the months…alas, of the years.

Soon it will be your turn, my precious one,

to take on the burdens and joys.

But for now, your life is soft and cuddly and protected.

Oh my child, my dear child.

If you could only remember these times,

Not only for the happenings,

but also for the feelings,

And deliver them to your own dear little ones.

Then the days and the months and the years will flow anew.

Oh, to be a child again.

by Anne Kelly-Edmunds, 2024

Sun’s light spills

though glass panes,

their hardness nary a barrier,

shines on a dark newel post,

yet only for a moment,

then shifts, casts light

on a different part

of the banister,

leaving what once

was illuminated

to sit in shadow.