There is a song that I hear whenever The End is mentioned. My mind is like that, a living collection of refrains, jingles, and chorus lines. A walking, talking, frequently whistling, Karaoke machine. Or juke box, I suppose. The End is just another word for…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Giving Praise to the One who deserves it All (Tenth Hour)
The winds blowing to the east, And the winds blowing to the west, From the rising of the Sun, To where it sets, I will give You praise. The birds sing the songs You composed, The waters flowed down the stream gently, The trees swayed…
Be
Be Love is all around u. Light is going to guide u. Be the light of love and shine ur energy so I can feel u from here. Be the force and move my mind body & soul. Be the peace and the calm so…
Talking To The Spirits
Yes, I talk to the dead… Well, they talk to me! Since I was a child; As far as I can recall. I talked to a 6-year-old; She said she drowned. I was 9-years-old… I made her mother cry. She said, I gave her hope….
Just a Man with a Sign
I live in a dark and lonely world One so hard to understand I have no family, no home, no friends Nothing but a cardboard sign to call my own It hasn’t always been this way I was once a CEO But the economy bust…
Poem 12
My First and Second love fight Love fights, As they bites. Overriding each other priorities, They decide.. To let the owner satisfies, Whom she want to be her first and second love.. Her Passion(poetry) or her Sleep. Sleep said, she is used to of…
Hour Eleven: Beach Bum
Beach Bum They call me a bum. Don’t talk to the dirty bum, honey, he’ll never leave us alone I wake before the sun, shake the sand out of my blankets roll them up and tie them to my bike I stretch my…
Poem #11 From Prompt by Ingrid Exner-“Home-Less”
I wait until the shadows come, And darkness fills this space. I venture out into the streets, To avoid a familiar face. I had a life, I had a job and even money too! But life can throw up hurdles An even for you…
Ugh.
am i done? no not yet. 1 more hour… yay?
HOUR 11 Travelin’
TRAVELIN’ With pencil and paper in hand I jot down the name, I jot down the brand. For other folks the brand don’t matter but I write it down it saves on the chatter. I travel from town to town aching with pain, but…