Tag Archives: poetry
Beneath the Grass
What would it feel like, any fun, to live to be one hundred My imagination tells me it would be less fun more dread With luck, still shuffling around, able to pee upon my shoes Not rolled about like deadwood by someone I don’t choose Perhaps I will be non compos mentis and it will […]
None May Know
Imagine, how do we tell our own love story Do we believe love exists in a state of grace Fear it will be a stroll along life’s razor edge A plunge into the deep, head first, eyes closed Do we make our dive unsure if we can swim Will love’s buoyancy help float us on […]
Last Note
One more bullet shot from one more gun You’re sure this must be the very last one Yet, once more death and once more pain And you know it will start all start again One more bomb falls from one more sky Is there really a reason for us to ask why One more terrorist […]
What Mouth Talking, Which Ears Hear?
Oh please let us have just one more child We promise to raise them meek and mild Never mind the children we will conceal Who will have to learn to cheat and steal Population worry is only for the poorest We are the richest, so all should adore us Population worry must haunt the richest […]
You Will Learn
One early morning on Tuesday last week I told you of the future, but did not speak I said I would write these words just now Although, I in no way explained just how Still, I imagined I would be able conceive Some mysterious way to make you believe I could not, cannot express this […]
Serial Tuesday
Hello, All, I’ve recently finished reading Austin Kleon’s book, Show Your Work. He advocates sharing as much as you can, as often as you are able and believes there is great value in sharing work in progress. I agree with him, but have always felt timid about sharing work that isn’t complete. To that end, […]
Wag Chins, Flap Gums
Well, they all do make really valid points Though their topic of discussion is unclear If we all sit down and smoke several joints We will then believe we’ve nothing to fear How do we deal with overdose information Religion, drugs, sex, TV, or move a mouse Whatever, we succumb, labor or recreation King, queen […]
Till Next Time
Recently, I have struggled trying to write All the words I choose simply take flight And my love of the page I cannot requite Though I try and try with all of my might Love isn’t claimed or conquered by force Still, boldness is often required, of course Perhaps fighting a duel or racing a […]
Waiting Again
Waiting again So much time Spent waiting Inundated, inundating Conditioned response Absolutely predictable As expected Reflected, reflecting Drab brown walls Life stalls In an office Anywhere Waiting room False cheer Of coffee Coffee houses Where we wait Where we wait for, on Ex-, current-, future Spouses Others Significant Or otherwise So much So much more […]
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