What say you covid lollipop? Am I sick or am I not? With baited breath I wait. You will seal my fate. I’ve been careful. I wear my mask faithful. Did a germ seep in? Did the virus finally win? What say you covid lollipop? With my family will I be able to shop? HaveContinue reading “The Covid Lollipop”
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Plans
Hey! Mr. Boss Man, be gentle with my plan. It has done nothing wrong. All it wishes to do is sing it’s song. However, because it has to visit a lot of folks. Take this red ink pen and poke – make all the changes that need to be make. And I will make theContinue reading “Plans”
Fire on the moon
Like fire on the moon, I am consumed by desire. Denied love, my heart shrinks. Lying! Pinned by dreams. March 12, 2000 Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
Eyes are the windows
The eyes are the windows to the soul. Their secrets to life, will unfold. Loose yourself in a gaze. And clear a blinding haze. Matthew 6:22 English Standard Verson 22 “The eye is the lamp of the body. So, if your eye is healthy, your whole body will be full of light,” Taken from ‘TheContinue reading “Eyes are the windows”
What is this?
Hands bleeding Head swimming Knees burning Pain Starving stomach Deprived heart Sweaty feet Dazed Today is? Where am I? What is my name? Help Sleep Food It is me. I feel better? Bath It is good to be back. Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s.Continue reading “What is this?”
Empty Mantle
Empty mantle Stranger’s desire Winter warmth from touch-less cold Naked shadows dance In discarded candle light Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
Fighting with God
Genesis 32: 22-32 Your will shall prevail. Oh Lord, this is not easy. You have lifted a vail. This direction makes me queasy. Is this truly the path you wish me to follow? With Jacob you wrestled. Lord, I am terrified. In this sin, I wish not to wallow. I am relying on you toContinue reading “Fighting with God”
Reading too much
I’m one of those people that over think EVERYTHING. You patted my arm, what did that mean? Are people just allowed to be friendly any more? Most people are not touchy as they walk out the door. We are (after all) in the south. “It was good to see you,” flowed from your mouth. I’veContinue reading “Reading too much”
Heart of Death: Ode to Poison Ivy
Colors beautiful and rich. You make my skin itch. Fall colors draped like a sash. Just to brush up against you gives me a rash. Around and round the tree, your a twister. No! No! No! Blisters! So beautiful. You don’t discern. You make my skin burn. Leaves of orange, yellow, and red. On yourContinue reading “Heart of Death: Ode to Poison Ivy”
A Rose in Winter
Withering like a rose in winter, the crown of red dries and turns to dust. A stem so feeble a gentle wind could break it. Spring growing rain. Heat of summer. A gentle kiss from young lovers. Admires eyes gazing at the perfection nature has made. All just fleeting memories. Was it ever young? WasContinue reading “A Rose in Winter”
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