Posted in Fun Rhymes, minstrel in me



I do not

walk on roads

you’ve traveled,

for the allergens in

spores you

leave make me



I do not

gaze upon

images that

bewitched you,

because you leave

trails of your acuity

that vex

my eyes.


I do not

desire the

creations of

your hands,

for your warmth

remains in them to

scathe me.


I cannot steal the

air you  


for it

scrapes the


within me.


I cannot eat

the fruits of

your orchard,

for their flavor


my stomach.


I cannot love

myself, for

you have loved



at this point

I shall make



rvm 2009

Posted in court of reverie, minstrel in me, rants


Cyber Garage Sale

when i start getting rid of things,
i keep some more that i shouldn’t:

like when i say i will throw a box
of letters away, i end up keeping
the box and then what’s inside;

like when i say i will give my yellow
books away, i end up covering
them with all-new, shiny garb;

like when i say i will put my old
clothes away, i end up wearing them
for the last time to relive the then;

when i start getting rid of things,
they cling to me, and i oblige.

Posted in court of reverie, Love Poems, minstrel in me

I said “I have shut my heart” by Sarah Teasdale

I said, “I have shut my heart”
As one shuts an open door,
That Love may starve therein
And trouble me no more.”

But over the roofs there came
the wet new wind of May,
And a tune blew up from the curb
Where the street pianos play.

My room was white with the sun
And Love cried out in me,
“I am strong, I will break your heart
Unless you set me free.”

Posted in minstrel in me

Whatever I Need…

This song was taught to me by my Aunt Levi when I was even too young to understand what it means.  I was reminded of this song, again, and it’s amazing that I didn’t try hard to recall the lyrics — they were sort of imprinted in my mind like a page in time, waiting for me to check it out and sing, again.  I don’t know who composed this, who sang this and I don’t know if I recalled right, but as long as you get God’s message in this song, may it bless you as it has blessed me.

 That’s Just What He Is

Sometimes I try to tell what Jesus means to me

And I find myself searching for words to say what I mean

Well I never can quite describe how good it means to me

For I know whatever I need that’s just what He is

He is my Rock and my Deliverer

He is my Strength, my God and my King

He is my Shelter in times of trouble

Yes I look to Him for everything

He’ll be a Mother, a Father, a Friend

And on Him I can always depend

For I know whatever I need that’s just what He is

Well I’m poor and needy yet the Lord thinks about me

In troubled times, well, He’s a tower and refuge you see

This world has nothing to offer me, I cling to Him

For I know whatever I need, that’s just what He is

Posted in Fun Rhymes, minstrel in me, rants





Up there she cries like a modest lady

Sating the parched through a heart that’s sturdy

And nurses to being the dead of the earth

And vows to multiply her mirth.


When her heaviness is great, the seas quiver

The farmer shake afraid of too much splatter

In tandem with the wind, the eagle would rather

Rest and fly when she is gladder.


Pray that the clouds are ever gentle

Be it sunny or rainy weather

Hide beneath a roof or something stable

When she starts to break her manacle.



(c) Ruth Mostrales, February 2009