Sherbet sky

Invoke on mass joy, love, peace

On this day of grace

provided 2000 years ago by our Jesus sacrifice for all

life is short

Eternity is long

this is goodnight

die to your sin

for our sins

wake up in 3 days to a new life vibrant with joy, love, and peace

Sherbet sky

NaPoWriMo 2026

Day 02 April 02

#2

Dyslexia

it’s not just a disability

it’s an annoyance, people say

but I can’t help it

I was born this way

the average person sees

written instructions-

to them, a simple plan

but for me-

a new language

in a foreign land

what you see clearly

I struggle to see

that’s dyslexia-

that’s just me

when I go some place unfamiliar…

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NaPoWriMo 2026

Day 01 April 01

#1

Still Becoming

I sit here and wonder, where did the time go?

Memories become blurred visions and dreams became

forgotten,

but where I am today is better than where I was

yesterday and the day before that, and honestly, I’m

grateful to be alive.

I enjoy the simple things in life,

like American bald eagles that…

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I don’t write a lot of poems like this, but I wanted to capture the way I used to feel years ago.

A Memory of a Place I Used to Walk.

As I walk through this valley,

not of the shadow

of death,

but the in between shade

of limbo.

I wonder and I wander.

I wander and I wonder.

Is there more?

Is my hope in vain?

Is it just a mirage

to induce more pain?

Should…

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It was an April Fool’s kind of morning

phone calls ripped through the silence

Their worlds exploded

my friends

Left to pick up pieces

Carry on

Our pockets have rare treasures… the story of our day unfolds…

When we are kids, Rocks become gems, treasure abounds, scribbling transforms to notes with friends, music is our own heart song, and Frogs are just frogs.

When we are teens, gems have made there way to fingers and no long there in, pens become soul transportation, heart songs…

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I want to be high,

but I feel so low.

I wish I could fly,

but where would I go?

I’m just getting by,

but I want to grow.

Help me understand,

what I need to know.

April 1, 2026

1/30 This Time, I Notice Everything

Rewriting Memories

I’ve been going through my old poetry

Remembering the things I left behind

And for some faults I rewrite a memory

As if atoning for my sins and crimes

I’ve been thinking about my penance

The anger that used to flow through my veins

The words we spat were poisonous venom –

Furious – while I…

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Do birthdays end when we die?

If someone still remembers and a song brings a flood to the eyes?

When the picture, above the mantle, yet thrusts the piercing rods of memories through the heart, I think then birthdays still count.

Happy Birthday Mom.