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Dear America

Sad Statue of LibertyDear America,

These are strange times. As anyone who’s read this blog before probably knows, I’ve battled depression a time or two in my life. Enough to recognize the signs, and America, it’s time to tell you that you are showing all the signs. Don’t panic though, that’s the last thing you need. It will be okay. Try to remember from all the times before that depression tells you lies.

I think the best thing to do is take a little time off from reading the news, watching the news, talking about the news, and I mean, it should be obvious, but do NOT read the comments sections of political posts on social media! Turn it all off for a while and let things go.

Maybe instead, you could take a walk outside, pet a dog, talk to the birds, enjoy one of your amazing national parks, or possibly just take a long long nap. Let yourself realize it’s okay to feel this way, but also try to remember it won’t always be like this. There will be better days again, and the world will keep on turning.

I want you to know, America, that you are so very loved. And you are enough, just as you are right now. I know everyone wants to fight about that, and we can always make improvements obviously. But please just try to remember you are enough right now, and that life is a journey. I believe in you, and I care. We will get through this together, and we will be stronger for it. We know this isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last, so conserve your energy and take it easy, and just breathe.

With much love from your adoring friend, and a big fan,


Bury the lead

Day 30 (the END): For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Bury the (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Some possible titles include: “Bury the Hatchet,” “Bury the Body,” “Bury the Past,” “Bury the Hate,” and “Bury the Acorns.”

I really just had to end this month with a zombie poem. Because zombies.

Bury the lead


This small, one would say idyllic, town

Features lovely hills and a great flowing river.

Until last week, the population of this fine place

Was a bustling 4,500, not counting tourists

Who find the town exceptional for its picturesque setting

And its older American architecture and art.

If any tourists could be found there today

Perhaps they would say it’s truly the perfect vacation spot.

Except, of course, for all of those zombies.


~ Liesl Dineen 2105

To get to the other side

Day 28: Prompts were write about a bridge and write a matter/anti-matter poem.

To get to the other side


You tried to make it rain

on our parade as it headed

steadfastly over the bridge.

But what does it matter to you

if the bridge is going nowhere?

We both know the truth,

that you never intended to cross.

And that means it’s just a mirage

leading to a place only exalted

by lunatics and dreamers,

while you ensure your feet remain solidly

on the side of Reason and Provable Things.

But do keep looking for us as you scowl,

we’ll be waving from a shore

made of gibberish and borogoves.


~ Liesl Dineen 2015


Day 9. Per Writer’s Digest: For today’s prompt, write a work poem.





First, when I walk into work it’s the smell,

a carpeted hell made of chemicals, only acceptable

because of our inflexible need for the cheese.

It’s our disease, this desire for cheese;

we’re all buzzing like bees to please the king,

to sing for the boss on his corporate cross.

Yes we crave praise and payday and fair play

enough to invent that unholy ascent, the promotion

based on devotion and the notion that if I try harder

they will raise me up farther until I’m no longer aware

that nothing is fair, and I should run for the hills,

tear up the bills, and set my will free,

become absentee, live a life without walls,

full of bird-calls and waterfalls,

and worship the breeze instead of the cheese.


~ Liesl Dineen

Is it raining?

Prompt from Writers Digest: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-april-pad-challenge-day-3
Write a machine poem.
Is it raining?

Is it raining?
No that’s the dishwasher.
Really it’s pretty quiet, compared to mine.
Yeah mine is really loud too.
I always swear when I’m doing the dishes.
I guess that means I’m…
A noisy dishwasher, yeah.
I can sure kill a room.
Are you sure it’s not raining?

~Liesl Dineen 2015

Cosmic soup

#NaPoWriMo, Day 2
“Today, I challenge you to take your gaze upward, and write a poem about the stars.” http://www.napowrimo.net/
Cosmic soup

Sometimes I gaze at the midnight haze
And see the Big Dipper just sitting
Ready to scoop its cosmic soup
Into my bowl, space permitting

Then I can taste old nights retraced
When the dipper dished out our dreams
And we, all wild and starry-eyed child,
Counted stars as they leapt to extremes

~Liesl Dineen 2015

Epic poetry


Epic poetry

I’m going to write an epic poem
Just after this episode of Archer
And maybe a quick check of my Facebook feed
Oh, that post George put up was hysterical, I simply have to add it to my Pinterest board
Pinterest is so great for getting new ideas
For my epic poem
Which I’m going to write in a minute
After I let the dogs out, they’ve been scratching at the door
And I can’t let them wait too long, not after what they did last time
My carpets will never be the same
Plus this way they’ll be calm when I sit down at last
To write my epic poem
Which will have dragons of course
And at least five references to the moon and stars
So I should really see what NASA’s been tweeting lately, for inspiration
And maybe just one episode of Game of Thrones so I can get the dragons just right
Those Game of Thrones books are so great, with all of their descriptions of amazing banquets
Full of pheasants and sauces and boars and birds stuffed inside of pies
And lemon cakes everywhere
I’m getting hungry just thinking about it
Perhaps I will begin my epic poem
After a little snack

~Liesl Dineen 2015

What’s in a name?

What’s in a name?

I’ll probably never make it to Albuquerque
Which is theoretically perfect because it rhymes well with quirky
I’ll likely also never see Kalamazoo
Which, though far less exotic, pairs well with old Timbuktu
I’d rather go see the volcanoes of Maui
Or too, Ireland’s cliffs sure would make me say Wowie
Which leaves me to question just what’s in a name
Because onions and roses do NOT smell the same

~ Liesl Dineen 2015

November Poem-a-Day: Day 13

Prompt: For today’s prompt, write an optional poem. And no, that does not mean that writing a poem is optional today–I know a few of you were thinking it. No, no, no. No, I’m thinking of how some things in life are completely optional; in fact, most things are. So you have options for today’s poem–maybe too many–but can one ever have too many options?


Optional means free, free means alive, alive means jazz…

This is about an unknown poet friend of mine, and the way the only poem I’ve read of his made me feel.



He writes elephants
And I hear the beat beat beat
Of their heavy heavy
Feet on dusty ground.
What a sound.
He writes Jazz
And I’m swept away
Off the porch steps
And onto the lawn.
I want to be that Jazz
And make people dance
Like it’s a hot night
Filled with cool cool beats.

~ Liesl Dineen 2014

November Poem-a-Day: Day 11

Prompt: Today is a Tuesday–so “2 for Tuesday” prompt time. Here they are:

  1. Write a timely poem.
  2. Write a timeless poem.


There’s just no way for me to ignore the call to write about Doctor Who with this prompt.




Timey Wimey

The Doctor left before he arrived
In what could only be called a puff
If you ask him how he did it
He’ll tell you timey wimey stuff

You must beware your assumptions
And abstain from subjective thinking
And if you’re hanging around the Doctor
It’s best to avoid any blinking

But you’ll be a forgotten hero
Saving humans from now ‘til the end
From monsters and terrible Christmases
With your best wibbly wobbly friend

~ Liesl Dineen 2014

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