My poetry is not emphatic
but somewhat erratic
it doesn’t conform. Continue reading
I have high hopes for the day.
I will be focused and I’ll get things done.
Nothing will be left to-do.
Not an iota not a single one. Continue reading
A walk in the hills
to clear your soul
is a fine idea
until your imagination
catches up. Continue reading
I’d like to travel.
Where would I go?
I don’t care.
I want to see it all.
How? I don’t know. Continue reading
In this age of online presence, I have developed certain goals. Besides the serious ones of never discovering my picture on naughty websites or having my identity stolen (why anyone would want to hide under this persona I’ll never know but I still don’t want it to happen) I have a few other goals more as a matter of pride. I have discussed them before here. In short, I am hoping I am never cringing at the people at Walmart photos and realize, “Wait a minute! Those pants look familiar.” And look down in horror to see the same pair on me. Or to have any of my photos appear on awkward family photos and be relegated to meme mockery. No, thank you. I now have a new fear to add to the list. I don’t want to find any of my poems on a bad poetry website. Continue reading
Oh boy, the clock says 8:00am
but I can tell right away
the hours in front of me
will make for one long day. Continue reading
The day the dreamer woke up
is not a sad tale for all.
For some out there,
it’s part of life’s call. Continue reading