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Summer nights at the lake frequently found me asking if I could go to bed early, thus confounding my elders who knew from others the battles waged getting visiting grandchildren in bed but we were studious viewers of the channel 7/12 news with special attention…

As I walk through life’s journey Through the Great Divide. Alone I will go down that wooded path that is supplied. Waters be still Mountains run High A beautiful Journey through this life called The Great Divide Mountains to climb rough areas to go but…

Against the inky canopy, stars flicker as if winking at an unseen moon Flicker in their death throes across the vast expanse of time One final burst of light to greet the coming dark One final farewell before black engulfs the sky Their dying light…

Why every summer is there is bloodshed in the streets? We have to go on to our parties, weddings, and vacations. Another birthday to celebrate, as we hug our families extra tight. Just another day in the middle east, east coast, west coast fight.  …

What to do! Hurry!? No, stay, rest awhile, Keep enjoying company! Places to go and people to see But such lovely people next to me In such a pushy society We’re busy busy busy All the time Time Time Mad society or no Life just…

It’s quiet here. I can sleep on this Bed of leaves And sticks And rat turds. It’s not so bad. At least I am alone. Away from the trolls, And pricks, And serpents. I prefer the company Of spiders Beneath this sidewalk shrub.

Spare me the glory, Because I am in a panic Over the Moon following me down the interstate, Accelerating the Jeep I invested In to travel the lake, It’s calling my name, Screaming for met rest my breastbone on bae. I long to enjoy the…

I yearn for freedom I am unchained yet bound to wisdom let me be foolish and chat with the moon and break out of my cocoon let me be undesired by those who conspired they do not know the joys of my indiscreet freedom it…

Snoring loud mouth of crumbly words, In a strange and twisted grammar and jagged phrases. With a slime letters weaved with saluva and drooling in a gelatinous stanza. Poets tossed and turned a Haiku into Tanka and in deep slumbered, Drowned in a free flowing…