I'm your handiman
Ok..I do Home Improvement..lol. Call me..
How dead is dead?
The next time someone tells you to 'drop dead', hand them this poem so you can determine how dead they want you.lol. AS a courtesy I've enabled you to drop dead with style..You can thank me later.lol.
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Negative never helped anybody..
Three Mary's
How we sometimes equate external beauty and circumstances to our inner experiences~
Love Clock
Written in no time at all..lol.
Doped up Cluckers
Plucked!
You could be..
A lil' romantic~
Bad hair day..
Where's my freaking hair? lol
Seven roses
Roses of love and trial~
A Misty Morning
It all just comes to a stop. Smoke blown in to the moisture laden morning air... Hanging there before my eyes... It's message not lost to me, but perhaps ignored. The sun never quite giving the feeling of a day begun in earnest. No stirring fro
A New Love
A soft warm hand brushed across my heart one cold and moonlit night, the frost fresh in the tips of blue grey grass. The cold and distant/ tiny points of light - of stars that fail to bright the night my only campanions for a long and lonely l
The best and worst of Being, Broken
...I guess everyone has low moments...
Memory
I remember a sermon about good intention paving the priest raving soul saving money craving I remember words that fell from my fathers mouth wasted on youth obviously truth all gone south I remember my first love a new way to see life
The Poisoned Chalice - To be read aloud
This is a poem about something that is equally a curse and a gift and should be read aloud. When I read it to myself I still shiver on the last word.
Briefs or Boxers?
Just a bit of fun so you don't all think I'm some deep dark melancholic freak... Oh - your opinions on the dilema would be appreciated :o)
Older
Last one for today - maybe one or two more tomorrow - never mind, I'll run out soon :oP
Join Me
Another old love poem...
A New Life (for Emily)
A poem I wrote for my friend Helen when she was pregnant with her daughter Emily.
Look past me
Something I wrote through boredom this evening.
On the thresh hold
Keeping hope alive..
Write me a poem
Short and sweet..I'm writing this sitting in a restaurant eating a bagel with coffee..lol
Poem #3
OMG! I think I better run! lol.
Equal pay for women
One for the ladies...There shall be a readjustment in maiden paychecks..
I'm just a memory..
Something short for a Saturday afternoon..
Crazy Man
Just a flash plot for a story..Hope ya like it.lol
Lonely girl at the club..
Off the cuff..lol It's Fridayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
what difference a year makes
why do we keep failing our world
gentle and kind
last chance at love
The eyes..
Here's looking at you..
400 poems
Somebody stop me! Peace to all..What next..lol.
HARD ROMANCE
Why is life so hard to live....Why do so many take rather than give...They take your love then throw it away....And it happens to so many people eveyday.....So eveyday there is pain...And your life is never the same.....Is there a cure for a broken h
To My RSD Companion
Although this is not a poem it is something I wrote in 2010. I had a very bad workplace accident in 2009. One that changed life drastically and forever. I fell from about 11 feet onto 6x6 steel framing of a motorcoach. The fall shattered my left elbow, tore my shoulder up, degloved my left forearm and split my head open. I am quite frankly, very lucky to have survived. Upon recovering consciousness, I discovered that I had avoided being impaled by a 3 foot steel rod by about 1 inch. I had somehow landed with the rod between my chest and my axilla. Two inches to the right and I would not be here right now. As the healing process began the intense pain and abnormal swelling weren't subsiding and the injuries weren't healing in a normal fashion. About 6 months later I was diagnosed with a condition referred to as RSD (Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy). An extremely rare neurological condition that affects about 200 in 200,000 people suffering taumatic injury. There is no cure only management This condition has left me with constant intense burning pain 24/7 in my left side along with other neurological complications ... RSD is now manifesting itself in other areas of my body. I wrote this in defiance of the condition ... I will never allow this condition to change who I am and what I can become. If I have to live with this ... I will not let it control me ... I will remain in control ... It has made more appreciative of life and love ... for that I am thankful ...
The woman who didn't get got
She was more sexy than her coworkers Oh yes! By far She would blaze through the streets In her fancy sports car All the men at the pub would push and strain They drooled over hebeauty's's as though they were insane No woman could match her N
Ode To A Policeman
This narrative poem is a retrospective view of the policeman, as seen through the eyes of most people.
Fear not the Storm
Fear not the storm my love Many have come and gone But you, sweet child of faith Shall awaken to the dawn Your heart is filled with sorrow And the enemy has sapped your spirit But no black cloud from hell Should ever make you fear it
Cat smiles
ok ladies..I wasen't in some crazy bar.lol I home drinking coffee waiting for a real fine girl like you.. But don't make me wait forever...I'm not all that strong..lol
Epoch Ellipsis
Time and space collude to create what cannot be then separated, only futher elaborated.
The Web Tangled Tattered And Torn
"Being Dead Is No Excuse For Not Doing Your Job" - I grin everytime I remember Sir John Gilgud as THE SUPREME BEING saying this in the movie, "Time Bandits". This piece started out on a religious blog I occasionally post to, but I like it so much I edited it a little to add to my collection on this site. It's still not for everybody, I'm sure, but then neither am I, right?
Mondays love
It's only Monday.. But's it's gonna be ok Hang onto hope Stay off the dope Drag out that talent that's gathered so much dust.. Light up the world.. In you we trust-
If..
Lovely to see you again.Let's take the high road.
He Touched Me
I was only 16 when I met my first husband.I was young and stupid and soon after we married I wanted a divorce so I could be free and wild.For most of my life since then, I have kicked myself for dumping that wonderful man,but I was young,immature and wanted my freedom.
Walk into eternity
A remake from a much earlier poem.