in hues of coolness
Beneath the core the shades blaze
A day to remark on appreciation
Four more to continue unchanged
Years to address our issues
Deniers treat concerns as abstraction
Seeing what they want to see
Consequences are realities happening
Whether we are actively…
Doing or passive



A little something I came up with before Earth Day, in my region, draws to a close.


Sleeping Beauty?

In honor of #WorldPoetryDay, and maybe a classic animated film that was on earlier, I came up with this…


© L.A. Lanier

Sleeping beauty?
I could be
For someones close
Each said to me
They found a joy
To watch during sleep
Because I was
Elegant and Graceful
Breathing softly
Without a peep
And I guess it makes
A bit of sense
To say the least
One of the only times
I ever feel at peace

Bluebird By Charles Bukowski

In honor of #WorldPoetryDay and the season of Spring, I’m sharing a snippet from one of Bukowski’s numerous poems that connected with me the first time I read it, and it’s one that I think will continue to stick with me for good.


there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
in there…

To read the poem in its entirety go here or here for whichever mood you like best.

Winter Wonder

L.A. Lanier

Winter wonder* comes
The southerner admires its glimmer
Frosted ground becoming
A twinkle harbinger of tranquility

*To see the poem with a pretty background I made, click the link 😉

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A Tanka: Flowing Mane

Flowing mane* of dark
Amazon like in stature
Kind, but do not cross
An ear for brutality
With fondness for the printed

*For an Instagrammed version with a neat background, click the link 😉

Writing Dare: The Cleaver

The cleaver
an ideal choice for a butcher,
bladed edge glistens as an arm raises
hammers down
gliding through even the thorniest of bones like
an X-acto knife through your finger
when you’re not careful
customers covet what it provides
while few speak their minds
of the implied carnage
the butcher treats his tools with finesse
repeated use on slaughtered meat
if the hatchet took on sentience,
it would hunger for gore and flesh
like the undead
should that butcher develop the same
and release it on
the local governing committeeman
society would be swift to disapprove

Story Bandit: We dare you to write a 99-word poem using the following words: cleaver, thorniest, disapprove, committeeman.

Brown Sugar

I put brown sugar in my tea
just to see
how it would taste
not enough to make a difference
herein lies the issue