Marital Bliss

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If you grouse
With your spouse
Remorse will be your course

If your rant
You won’t recant
Then right will be your plight

But lay your will aside
And in peace you shall abide.

Mechelle Ritchie Foster

Plummeting Petals

If April showers bring May flowers,
Then what do May flowers bring?
A colorful display of aromatic bouquet
To be tossed by the first bride of Spring.

Mechelle Ritchie Foster

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Ice Fishing

cold heart
Can’t get warm
Cold hurt inside
Layers help hide
My heart’s quiver and shake
My smile is a fake

I am dented and scarred
From past friends and foes
I try to reach out
But am hidden by walls

Tiptoeing on the ice
You dare to come close
I cast out trust
Your indifference shows

I reel trust back in
No intimacy grows

I shield my heart with indifference like you
Indifferent and alone
I am ice through and through.

Mechelle Ritchie Foster


Gypsy Soul

Wuthering Heights, Photo Credit- BBC, 2011

Wuthering Heights, Photo Credit- BBC, 2011

Who knows where you came from Why you were orphaned

Why you loved with such hatred
No matter the cost

Yes, mankind was cruel
Their view of you dim

You, in turn hated God
Gave no heed to Him

Or His words…

Or example…

Of your eternal abode…

Of your calculated misery
Upon others bestowed

And yet, I wonder…

If her dying made a crack
In your cold heart

That grew deeper through the years
Every hour you were apart

As your watched her daughter grow,
Did you feel?
Were there tears?

Did you secure her future
Acquiring land from all your peers

Revenge, you said you longed for
Its cymbals, clanged without relent

Inside your head
It drove you mad
You took your life
Did not repent

But I can’t but wonder
As love your protector showed
Left he a fingerprint of compassion
Upon your Gypsy Soul.

Mechelle Ritchie Foster


Confetti In My Hair

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I heard the clock.
I made it stop.
Then right back into bed I plopped.

And it wasn’t very long before
I was riding on a dinosaur
Through the streets of downtown Vero
In a parade, and I was the hero!

There were crowds of people, cheering for me!
“Hey, kid!” someone yelled, “You’re on T.V.!”
I could hear the sound of a big, brass band.
The president was there, and he shook my hand!

Then someone shouted, “Speech!”
I didn’t know what to say.
Of my entire life, this was the greatest day!

I took the stage with mic in hand,
And as I started to say something grand,
The earth beneath me started to rumble.
I knew people were talking, but their words were a jumble.

I stood there frozen.
I couldn’t make a peep.
I could hear the distant sound of a

Louder came the sound!
The rumbling grew
And I fell to the ground!

I closed my eyes and covered my ears.
Was all I could hear!

This was my big chance!
I felt like a fool.
Then I heard Mom yell,
“Wake up! You’re late for school!”

My alarm clock was beeping.
I was lying on the ground.
There were no crowds of people.
In fact, no one was around.

It was all just a dream.
I wasn’t really there.
But if it was just a dream…
Why is there confetti in my hair?

Mechelle Ritchie Foster