Our hands are extensions of our hearts Some are sweet some are sour tarts Hands can have a gentle soft touch They can remind of us of one's love and such Hands can be used for so many good things They can reach out and hold our heart strings Little ones run to us for hugs our hands meet first Then we wrap them in our arms our hearts ready to burst Hands hold, they write, they tell things we fear to say Hands help, hands work, hands assist us in many ways Hands help to feed, clothe, and tend to the ones in need Hands are wonderful tools given to us to use indeed. Hands can be used for ugliness to of course, But I much rather use mine as a precious resource. CDK 07/15/2026

Good morning, poets! It's Tuesday, and Monkey has a challenge for you. Today we're keeping it simple: a haiku. A haiku is just three lines: 5 syllables 7 syllables 5 syllables Write about anything that caught your attention this morning—a sunrise, a cup of coffee, birds outside your window, your dog snoring at your feet, or a single thought you just can't shake. The beauty of a haiku isn't in using big words. It's in capturing one small moment that says something much bigger. Drop your haiku in the comments, read a few from your fellow poets, and leave some encouragement along the way. Let's fill Monkey's Corner with tiny poems that leave a lasting impression. 🐾 Ready... set... haiku!

There is no rhyme and no reason I am going through this hard season. I had water and now there is none Water is gone and well is done Good news today, they approved a new site Now to get the well drilling rig going with it's might I went to the Dr yesterday, for breathing trouble Thought it was asthma, no pneumonia, double That is okay too, I am still here and still have fight Rolling with the punches and keeping hope in sight For life can surely throw some unexpected trials But giving in, giving up is not within my style. We all go through tough times in our earthly days But rest assured, this too shall pass, it's only a phase. CDK 07/14/2026

Fires purify, fires burn Fires pop and crackle Fires dance and sway Fires mesmerize some Fires destroy and devour Fires renew growth, rebirth Fires warm when it’s cold Fires scorch when it’s hot Fires like water both needed Both uncontrolled cause havoc Both needed, both enjoyed Both dreaded in the wrong setting. CDK 7-14-26

Where our Voices Rise is now available at Walmart 🎉🎉🎉🎉. This is just the beginning I plan to have the whole series available at Walmart