Gray Fox


Gray Fox

Eyes burning in the twilight

Sense of smell overrides fear

Looking for that porkchop bone

tossed out earlier

Constant cravings

push instinct aside

Hunger becomes the driver

while slinking in the shadows


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

I was surprised to see this fox in the back yard, when I went to close the curtain on my sliding door.  He stayed around long enough for me to get my camera. But, when I slid the door open for a better shot he turned and headed back into the woods.

This is a shaky shot:

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Sky panted bright orange

Twilight chases evening sun.

Burn turns to a tan

Cool lotion soothes stinging pain

Stayed on the beach way too long


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Lillian wants us to play with compound words. She gave us a list of compound words to choose from and asked us to choose one and use it in a poem, but we must separate into the two root words in sequence on two different lines.  I choose sunburn in the Tanka format.

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Sweet Baby Boy

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Sweet Baby Boy close your eyes

Sleep in a world of wonder

Go off to dreamland with a sigh

Don’t worry about the thunder

Sweet Baby Boy just close your eyes

For if it wakes you makes you cry

These covers you’ll be under

Today is Quadrille Monday at d’Verse. Our prompt is any form of the word sleep. I took my inspiration from a lullaby I wrote several years ago for my adopted grandson who had a hard time adjusting.

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Original Lullaby post:

We are of One Blood

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When self-preservation

at all cost

overrides our understanding

of humanity,

Ideologies arise

blinding us to the truth

that we are all of

One Blood

that pumps

through our veins


with you or me

regardless of color

race or ethnicity,

Life-saving blood


that we are all one

in the midst of

our diversity,

but not exclusive

in value

or superior in


We are humanity

created in the image

of our creator

Spiritual channels

of light

in the darkness

We are hope and comfort…

not death and destruction.


My sad condolences to the people of Buffalo whose family members were attacked and killed yesterday by a raving lunatic who thought his humanity was greater in value than the lives of others who were different from him.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Finding Success

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Success comes from within

Not from what we have

or the car we drive

or the house we live in

or the trophies we have won

Success is getting up when you fall

Believing you can continue on

Knowing who you are

And what you can do

Success is loving and being loved

Knowing the value of family

The importance of friends

And that children are an extension of you

Success is giving $15 worth of work

On a job that pays only $10 an hour

Success is treating others with respect

even when you are mistreated

Success is standing up for justice

For those who are being oppressed

Success comes from within

From the core of your being

Success is who you believe you are

and being all you can be

Success is loving God and those around you

being willing to serve others for the good of all


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Posting on d’Verse Open Link night:

Heart Attack Desert

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Cream Cheese and Cherries

All sweetness and tart

Melts in my mouth

A delectable work of art


Each year she asks

When my birthday rolls around

What shall I make you

A chocolate or a pound


No cake

No candles

Just Cherry Delight

It’s all I ever want

I’ll eat it every night


Although she makes it

She’s reminded of fat

Filling my veins with

Cholesterol and plaque

Seems all the good stuff

Wants to hang around

I’ll take my chances

Though it makes me rotund


A  Cherry Delight birthday

I never get enough

The best dessert for me

Until I am stuffed


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Misky asked us to write a poem about food. Since my birthday just passed, and my wife made me my favorite desert, I decided to share a poem I wrote a few years ago.

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Here is the recipe by request:

Cherry Delight
1 9oz grand cracker crust
1 pk 8 oz Cream Cheese
1 can Sweetened Condensed Milk
1/3 cup lemon juice
1 tsp vanilla
1 can of Cherry Pie filling

Beat cream cheese until fluffy. Blend in the condensed milk. Add the lemon juice and Vanilla. Pour into the pie crust and chill in the fridge for 2-3 hours. Top with chilled cherries.






                                   Mom with my two sons on her 93rd birthday

An acrostic poem for my dear mother who has now been gone for 15 years:


Mom who worked tirelessly to provide and care for our family

Outstanding loving mother and supportive wife to my father

Teacher of religious and moral values both, at home and in Sunday School

Helper and caregiver to those in need, including hobos who came by

Entertained guests at our Sunday dinner table from all races and classes

Respected and appreciated by everyone who knew her until she died at 93


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Goodby Dear Friend

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Today my good friend Danny passed away. It was very sad to get the news. He is the same age as me but suffered from health issues that shortened his life. He had diabetes that was difficult to control. Several weeks ago, he had to have part of his lower leg amputated from lack of circulation. In addition to that he was blind.

Back in 2019 his wife asked if I would try to teach him some chords on the guitar, so I worked with him along with his neighbor David who wanted to learn as well. David picked up playing very quickly, but for Danny it was a little slower. I was able to teach him how to hold chord positions, but he never quite mastered changing from one chord to another. We decided to have him play the home chord while David and I played the changes. He did well on keeping rhythm with us, so we sang and played together twice a week for the year before Covid. He loved playing with us and looked forward to our weekly get togethers. He favorite song was one his father in Barbados loved, Just a Little Talk with Jesus! Since Covid we have not been able to play together as his health continued to decline.

Goodby my dear friend

May you sing with the angels

and talk with Jesus

Danny David and Dwight

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Danny Dwight and David

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Painting: Dwight L. Roth