Blog

Let’s Make a Deal
By Renée Michelle Wenker

I promise if you hear me out,
And set aside your weary doubt,
You might agree to my appeal,
And decide it is a worthy deal.

I really need to get things done.
This mess is making me high-strung.
Since tomorrow, you’ll be on the job,
You won’t be home to hear me sob.

So here it is, my desperate plan:
Tonight, I’ll do all I can.
If you let me have tomorrow’s dose,
Of rits, this house will look much less gross.

With principled sincerity,
I promise not a word from me,
Of complaint or sullen misery.
I’ll endure tomorrow gracefully.

If you say no, I’ll understand.
I’ll make no further woeful demand.
If you say yes, then bless your soul.
I’ll do my best to meet my goal.

INSPIRATION
By Renée Michelle Wenker

As I sit here, and wonder what to do,
The clock ticks silently. It's nothing new.
The days go by, always the same.
Life seems just a boring game.

I wake, get coffee...sit at the table.
There’s naught to do, of which I am able.
No jobs on the market, to pay bills and play.
Just my imagination. I won't let it decay.

The mind is a wonder, I often reflect,
On times gone by, and what I neglect.
The people today, "no wonder!” are dead.
The fighting inside, losing one's head.

Life shouldn't be something we grudge.
Remember the times are moms' made us fudge?
Why don't we all just sit back and laugh?
That special feeling cuts troubles in half!

"What to laugh at?" you ask. Well, let me ROAR,
"Life's big problems can open a door!"
Simply go through, and close behind...
The tragedies you felt brought life to a grind.

Look back and say, "I'm glad that's all through."
And rejoice in the fact that you are still you.
It may have caused you much pain and much tears.
But much joy is waiting ahead in your years.

It's all up to you to make life fun.
ALL great problems melt under the sun.
So what if nothing's going your way??
Find a new road, make yours a new day!

I'm ready to look at this day once more,
And see the possibilities in its store.
I'll take note, and smile at silly, simple things.
I'll find the joys this other life brings!

Dismally Discombobulated©
by Renée Michelle Wenker

As I find myself in distrait,
It is time to expiate -
Since I cannot gesticulate,
This poem will surely obfuscate.
Therefore, I shall not equivocate.
My thoughts, instead, I perorate.
In a manner, I asseverate.

I am, you know, quite sedulous.
This, challenged, when I feel tenebrous.
And though, these moods are fugacious,
And affect my being loquacious,
I manage to be assiduous,
And hopefully, efficacious,
In my desire to be gregarious.

With fervid plenipotentiary
Myself, expressed with celerity,
Alas, to avoid skullduggery,
Or be thought of, in a manner, desultory,
This poem shall end with alacrity.
Perchance, I shall thus risk gallimaufry.
Though, its purpose served, most definitely.

A Love for All Seasons©
By Renée Michelle Wenker

Spring is the season where new life begins.
From cold death, vibrant energy now sings.
Trees, flowers, even the angle of sun’s rays
Commune joyfully, in unity, throughout spring’s days.

Summer follows, no less divine.
Its magic rejoices life’s fresh design.
Humanity experienced at its best,
As people live lives with hopeful zest.

Autumn commences, life winding down.
Reaping the Harvest of what had been sewn.
Vibrant colors abound, as the last cycle nears.
A natural testament; a sublime chorus of cheers.

Winter brings rest, the final stage,
It’s not the end. Death brings a new age.
Just around the corner, life simply reruns.
Hence, the delight, A Love for All Seasons.

WANDERLUST©
By Renée Michelle Wenker

I yearn for the free ....call of the air,
Whipping about me, without a care.
I yearn for the sand beneath my feet.
Soft and hot, the color of wheat.

I yearn for the sight of the ocean blue.
Gently swaying, and calling me, too.
I yearn for the smell of exotic greens.
The memory is left...only in dreams.

I yearn for the ancient rhythm of bands,
Experienced only in tropical lands.
I yearn for the wildness of sudden rains,
And the taste of sticky sweet sugar canes.

I yearn for the native creatures of places,
On islands free of corrupted races.
I yearn for the innocence of an island lost.
Time gone by and away. It has dearly cost.

I yearn to go back and start life again.
And experience the glory....but how? And when?
I yearn for the peace to come to my soul.
Until I return, I'll never be whole.

This dreary white winter land.
So cold, so bleak. There is no warm sand.
Icicles hanging from my flat.
The world, obscured, beneath my hat.

The trees are bare, the flowers gone.
Windows are locked. I stifle a yawn.
I look around my heated house.
The warmth does little beneath my blouse.

I let my mind wander again,
To a place I left before I was ten.
It's been twenty and more, since I saw it last.
The knowledge hurts, that it's all in the past.

I've tried everything I can to be there once more.
My failure has struck....straight to the core.
A visit would suit me not at all. No, NEVER!
I want to be there, forever and ever.

There is always the chance that my dreams will come true.
It must, I say! I can't feel much more blue!
Until then, my mind will constantly roam,
To the tropical paradise I once called "home."

I don't just paint and draw, but I write, and make jewelry and pursue many creative endeavors. One of my favorite pasttimes is writing poetry. It's a soothing balm most times, and often just the result of spontaneous thoughts I desired to express in poetry. So, for each poem, I will have to create a new blog, with it's title.