Flip Flops in Verse

By T.G. Munford

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669821199

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Copyright © 2022 by T.G. Munford.

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Cover Design by Jan McGee.

Rev. date: 08/24/2022

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CONTENTS

Preface

Flip Flops

A Hot Diggity Dog Of A Day

Autumn

Bubbles

Beat It

Boilers

Beach Blanket Reading

Cooking with Tears

Chapel Thoughts

Cloud Puddles

Computer Butterfly

Don’t Run

Deep Thinking

East Wind

Easter Sunrise Sunset

Fire, Earth, Air, Water

Fish Screams

Grains of Sand

Git on, Old Blue

Gladiators, Where Are You?

Grounded Angels

Her Daytime Dreams

Harvest Moon

I Am Here

I Heard the Night Owl Hooting

I Am, I Am, I Am

January

Jambalaya

Lingering Summer

Love Hath Not a Mortal Lost

Mr. Waxwing

Moon Drops

Morning Catch

My Last Visit

My Osprey

Morning of ’42

Night Walking on Dock

Osprey Music

Oyster Treats

Of Popsicles and Snakes

Only the Fat Lady Sings

PlanetaryPower.com

Poof!

Remembering Sunnybank Ferry Rides

Shoe Closet

Spring’s Bouquet

Star Gazing

Simple Joys

Solitude No. 9

Talking to the Little Sparrow

The Dogwood Tree

The Lovers, the Bitch, and the Squirrel

The Banks of Ellyson Creek

Too Busy

The What-Ifs

The Moon and I

The Nature God

Thinking about Grapes and Beans

Van Gogh on My Mind

Were You Ever Caught in Rain

Warbler Bird

Were You Ever Caught in Rain

Watch Where You Walk

Where Are They?

You Find a Blue Bird’s Nest

You’re Driftwood Savior

Wren Story

What Shall I Bee?

A.M. News Blues

Acting All High and Mighty

Adriane Missing Dionysus

Andromeda Calling for Perseus

Beauticians Always Give Advice

Bam!

Books

Before the Tan

Beaujolais

Best to Dream While the World Vomits

Ball Game Goodies

Dialogue on Gray

Bisexual Man in the Moon

Dressing Quickly

Detours

Dare to Die

Donuts and God

Dreamy Winks and Blinks

Emergency Room Blues

Endless Hope

Friday Night Fishing

Feb-u-weary

Grains of Sand

Grocery Cart

Gravedigger

Honky-tonk Boy

Homage to the Pine

Halloween Hostess

Her Silent Cry for Help

I’ll Be Born Again

Kaleidoscopes of God

Life’s Music

Magic Wand

Mind Wrapping

Net-Mending Needles

Oh Yes I Dream

Planning for the End

Screen Door

Suds and Joes

Shoe Closet

Sieve

Some Things We Gotta Do

SNL

Sunset Nude with Matisse Odalisque

Shut Up Mind, Let Me Sleep

Saw a Buzzard with a Flute

Time Travel through Her Mind

The Neighbor’s Fence

Thoughts on Life and Death

The Last Goodbyes

The Language of Painted Nails

The Internal War

Women and Plane Rides

PREFACE

The only end of writing is to enable the readers better to enjoy life or better to endure it.

—Samuel Johnson

This, my third book of poems, is an accumulation of thoughts, imaginations, and ponderings put to verse since 2012. I dedicate this book to the memory of Christian Howerton, a budding poet who inspired me to continue writing. A special thanks to Ben Howerton and Blanche Edwards, who encouraged me to share my poems through publication.

T. G. Munford

Brenda Twiggy Gough Munford

2022

FLIP FLOPS

Toes showing, nails bloody red

Flop flops screaming

Click click click click.

You walk in them, listening:

Take me to our beginning –

Earth forming.

Flop flop forward to sacred ground

Click click click click.

Soft, squishy, raining down peace

NATURE / CRITTERS

A HOT DIGGITY

DOG OF A DAY

It was a hot diggity dog of a day, just not long enough to stay and smell the roses or watch the persimmon tree bob and sway in the fall-time breeze. The monarch I left untouched, for it was necturing on my butterfly bush before fluttering off to its winter home in Mexico or other lands unknown. Hopefully, come spring, my little monarch will return and once again bring joy to me to see on another hot diggity dog of a day.

AUTUMN

Enters autumn in her best, her leaves as sleeves in red and orange. Her trunk, it seems, is empty, no longer birds on limbs to please. Her tears as acorns scattered; she mourns when frost appears. Her funeral black as early nights, her pearls stars, her hat a witch’s cape. She marks the place where critters left and climbs the stairs for winter’s rest.

BUBBLES

Are you dipping in a jar and blowing through a ring, chasing bubbles in the wind soon to pop?