Bad Dreams are Made of This

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I woke up this morning shaken, frightened, and blue

So glad that scary dream I dreamed wasn’t really true

Our minds have ways of taking us there

leaving us hanging in the shadows snare

Driving into thick blinding fog

No way to stop…


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, De Jackson asked us, since this is Halloween, to write a poem with scare in it.

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Lighting a Fire… or Putting it Out


Today, I painted two watercolors that are memories from our trip we took a few weeks ago. The first one is a little red fireplug that was by the sidewalk as we strolled leisurely along, and the other is the Little Stone Church on Mackinac Island. At the time, I did not see any parallel between them, but the more I thought about it the more it stimulated my imagination. So, this poem is about opposites and similarities.

Little red fireplug waiting alone

for the time when its purpose will be fulfilled

A time of connection when the water inside

can flow forth with such force

that it will put out a fire

saving a building from physical destruction


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The Little Stone Chapel sits high on the hill

standing out in the morning sunshine

waiting for a time when its purpose can be fulfilled

An inviting place where all are welcomed

to hear the good news of faith and hope

A time of heavenly connection

that when accepted by faith can light a fire

in one’s soul

saving them from spiritual destruction


Watercolor Paintings: Dwight L. Roth


Sharing this on d’Verse Poets Pub open link night

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The Heart of Politics

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The Bible says,

The heart of a man is desperately wicked,

Who can know it?”

This seems to be very true when it comes to politics

As I listen to the campaign ads on TV

it does not take long to realize

that the heart of politics is lies and twisted truth

Just enough truth to salve itching ears

Just enough of a lie to make you a believer

As we come now to the midterm elections

we have again witnessed all of the above

So, what is one to do?

Most of us are smart enough to see the deceit

We recognize the half-truths

And in the end

We compromise

Every vote is a compromise

In our democracy each has a right to his/her opinion

What it comes down to, in my opinion, is this

Which candidate’s policies will do the most good…

for me, for the country, and beyond

We know we won’t agree on everything

So, to vote is to compromise

Something long lost with our lawmakers it seems


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Celebrate Good Times…

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Let the Diwali celebration begin

Light the candles and avoid the wind

Firecrackers blasting as smoke floats upward

Adding to the pollution, smog, and the covid

Time to get out the broom and mops

Cleaning the house from bottom to top

Wrap up your hair in a silk bandana

You can shampoo it later right after your Nana

Cleanliness is next to godliness, you know

Inviting Lakshmi in bringing wealth to show

Let the dancing begin as the jungle cats sing

Sharing life and light and all good things

Wear your cashmere headdress and colorful bangles

Dance in the streets and on the verandah

Eat lots of good food with friends and family

When the hullabaloo’s over it’s back to work on Monday

Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Punam shared with us about the celebration of Diwali in India. She noted that there are and number of Indian words that are used in the English language. She gave us a list of them and asked us to use four of them in a poem of our choosing.

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We arrived home form our trip late Tuesday afternoon. After traveling in the car for two and a half days we were excited to be home and sleeping in our own bed again. But, that night for me was restless, with chills and achiness, and in the morning, I tested positive for Covid. Ruth tested and she was negative.

Since I had gotten sick, we thought there was a possibility she would get it as well, so she immediately called our daughter-in-law and asked her to go to the grocery store and get what we needed for the next week. She spent the day making the most delicious chicken soup. As it cooked the aromas floated over me making even a sick man hungry.

By Saturday, she also tested positive, and we were stuck homebound for the next week or more. We lived on her great chicken soup for the next two weeks as we both floated in a yucky covid soup of our own.

Fall Covid season

Time for homemade chicken soup

Soup helps ease the pain

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Mish asked us to write a poem about soup! I love soup so this was an easy prompt for me to write.

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Raindrops Keep Falling… or Do They?

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While shooting these photos I got caught in a rain shower that sent me under the barn overshot to keep dry. It is beautiful to see the raindrops against the backdrop of the old corn crib. As I watched water dribbling from the downspout, I thought how often we/(I) take rain and water for granted. In the Southwest, the water levels are continuing to drop in reservoirs like Lake Mead. More people use more water in a dry and thirsty land. Water and rain should never become an assumption.

Refreshing Fall rain

Grass stays green until the frost

Precious assumption


Photos: Dwight L. Roth

1947 Chrysler Windsor



Chrysler Windsor

I saw her sitting up on blocks

this vintage old machine

from a time gone by

just as old as I

this vintage old machine


The bumpers gleam the chrome still shines

throughout its passing years

the engine purred

the pistons whirred

throughout the passing years


A grill that ran from side to side

she smiled from ear to ear

with suicide doors

and carpeted floors

she smiled from ear to ear


Flathead engine and three speed shifter

and power enough to haul eight

broad bench seats

gave room for those pleats

and power enough to haul eight


Now she sits awaiting attention

she’ll be running many years more

just a little care

to repair the wear

she’ll be running many years more



Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse Laura asked us to write a Roundabout Poem. The Roundabout – a 20-line poem (attributed to David Edwards) because of course today is the 20th! “The roundabout is a metered stanzaic form with a simple but unusual premise that the rhyme scheme should come full circle (thus the name).” Word Wool In the poem stanzas the third line becomes the fifth line as well.

I thought I would give it a try. I chose the subject of my poem from an old car I saw a few weeks ago in Marietta, Ohio.

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OOPS! I see at my age I still can’t count my lines!! I seem to have added an extra stanza to my poem which makes it 25 lines instead of 20. I must be getting old!

Au Sable Scenic River Highbanks Overlook


While we were in Michigan a couple of week ago, we visited the Au Sable High River Overlook, near Mio! It was a gorgeous day and a beautiful view of the river. The fall colors were just beginning to show. I decided to do some notebook sketches and watercolors of our trip.

I did this one last Saturday when I was recovering from Covid. I thought I was about through it all and then this past Monday, I work up with a bad head cold and tested positive again! Ugh!! Today is the first I have felt better.

Fall colors shining

Nature paints stunning landscapes

Covid returns again

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Photos and watercolor: Dwight L. Roth