There are those
who see themselves as a victim
always acted upon
they feel no help for the symptom. Continue reading
There are those
who see themselves as a victim
always acted upon
they feel no help for the symptom. Continue reading
He carried 3 red roses
in a wide brimmed glass
filled to the brim with love
and a whole lot of class. Continue reading
She had ambition.
She had a dream.
She had focus.
She was going to make it
so it would seem. Continue reading
While discussing with someone who was getting a divorce I used the phrase “prelude to love.” I liked the phrase so I worked it into a poem. It reminds me of a song Reba would sing. Am I wrong?
I am a fool.
I thought we had forever.
I thought it was love.
I thought we were together. Continue reading
A quote I read “Life was cheap in war” said by Martin Cohn in Unbroken written by Laura Hillenbrand, pg 87 is the inspiration for this poem.
The soldier preparing for battle
about to do the dirty chore
looks at his buddy on the left
and his pal on the right
and realizes life is cheap in war. Continue reading
Whatever happened to Danny Vaughn?
Man, I sure wish I knew. Continue reading
I went to see the movie Dunkirk. Curious about the history, I read a book to find out more. I learned about King Leopold of Belgium and thought it a bit of a sad story. The story filtered out into my daily writing exercise. Continue reading
I am proud of my name
but also my hidden name.
Two lines mixed together
and both I claim. Continue reading