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Poundering Thoughts About Thinking
I thought about thinking
And then thought again
Cause to think about thinking would make my brain bend
And to pounder this thinking of bending is strange
So I thought about nothing real hard for a change -
Inanimate
People think I need to speak to people like myself
And fear that I am crazy for talking to a shelf-
But really speaking to you is the best part of my day.
I'll ramble on for hours and you’ll never walk away. -
I'll Tip My Hat
The phone you cracked- a bow I will
You propped it on the windowsill.
That bruise you got- my hands I’ll clap
You didn’t see the door of glass.
The food you burned- I’ll give a toast -
The Cosmic Connection
That cosmic connection that tingles your spine
And leaves your hearts gate to slowly unwind
And makes your arms tingle with the breeze from the stars-
Was not how I felt when I met you.
That universe pulling two forces together -
A Loaf of Bread for Happiness
I made a small and measly gift,
Its wrapped in foil and it sits
Inside a basket with a rose,
the pretty smell will please your nose.
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Whats in A Name
My pen name is part of who I am
A part of me at heart
It rests inside my writing hand
And thinks up wacky art.
My pen name is a piece of me
Loves
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The Smell of Fall
I want to smell the fall in the air
As we look up in the sky
Full of stars all different yet alike
I want the breeze to echo your name
As it floats along the wind -
Forever
Three years ago,
You said forever.
And I repeated it,
It left a sweet taste in my mouth.
Like sugar poured onto a lemon,
Covering up the sour bitterness. -
Parallel to the Sky
Slender limbs fan out,
Parallel to the sky
Instead of reaching,
Wanting to be the open blue,
Accepting that
Though the tree will never
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Keeping Up
The world has evolved
From eternities of small change
To rapid movements
Clement days
Then
Brisk winds
Blowing ideas, seasons into the next
One moment, solidarity
Dissent, unity
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One Word Story
Dreams.
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The boy in the shadows
Day and night he awaits his moment,
never applauded, never appreciated,
never in the spotlight.
He longs for a time
when he is recognized for his mind,