What makes a poet? I once read a story where the author said, “if you want to be a writer, write.” If you are like me, you can come up with a million and one reasons why you are not a writer. My grammar is deplorable. My command of the English language is second rate.Continue reading “Last day of poetry month”
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Old friend
Stick by me old friend, until the end. My companion until this is over. My one true soldier. By my side day and night. You are not the fright. You will not catch me when I fall. You will not comfort me at all. You will not carry me when I can’t walk. You willContinue reading “Old friend”
Gentle Spring Rain
Mask up
Look at her wearing that mask. I hope she gets sick. Who does she think she is? I hope she gets sick. Did someone forget to tell her covid is over? I hope she gets sick. That mask ain’t fooling no one. I hope she gets sick. Keep your distance. Gee, let her get sick.Continue reading “Mask up”
Plastic love
~My first attempt at a haiku.
Waste not. Want not: birthday
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. *I’ll do a diy in a later post. 😉
Screw dolly
Dumbest thing EVER!
I did the dumbest thing ever, I sent my muse a letter. No, I’m not trying to be clever. Will it get read? I’m really not trying to be a ‘go getter.’ I just wanted to say thanks. Will it get thrown in the trash? Inspiration in me you have banked. It would be tooContinue reading “Dumbest thing EVER!”
He’s got that swagger
I see you walking down the street – drop your right shoulder, left one rises. You got that swagger. ~ I see you walking down the street – drop your left shoulder, right one rises. You got that swagger. ~ Swivel, swivel of your hips. Rise, drop of your shoulders. You got that swagger. ~Continue reading “He’s got that swagger”
Once there was Darkness
Aja Part 1 Kessa was walking the palace grounds. The army had been there laying the ground work for gas. “How many soldiers would have still joined if they would have known they’d be doing this?” Max pointed at the ground. She smiled, “all of them.” A hearty laugh escaped him. “Anything amiss?” “Not yet.Continue reading “Once there was Darkness”
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