The men in my life Strong strengthened and love unfeigned Attractions to ones Who have control of the future All one and the same Different careers Yet caring and kind For me each one At one time in my life Took the time Quiet, demure…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 11 – Homeless Persona
You Could Be Me I can see you as your feeding parking meters without heeding this sign I am holding, pleading, trying to feed my family. I see you on the cell phone calling someone as my baby’s bawling. On my face the tears are…
Prompt 11: Intersection Folkie
I remembered a photo I took of this woman and put on Instagram, but I deleted the original shot. Please view the link, if possible, because her image inspired my following this prompt. https://www.instagram.com/p/8yPvv1gfQA4jpmv5eF1giLmDJ-gwST0Xwf_Fg0/ If there’s sun, I’m playing. Doesn’t matter where. I go where…
Sociotechnomedia
Who built those eyes That tell me lies From the superficial POV Of your digital lens Which clicks likes Like batting lashes Blush faced emojis Replace blood flushed faces You binge on Biased realities truths washed away by filters Characters in one hundred and forty…
Nightlight
The gentle holy glow That chases away the dark Sitting by my side On this silent night An owl looking into the dark Silently comforting me No dark thing will find you tonight No nightmare will wake you tonight As long as I am here
Attention Attention
Headlines Attention! Attention, read all about it Spot light on, Scene 2-take 23-action!!! Is it all about you? Is that all that you do Can u not be the center today? Can u b with the commoners, Movie star Drama queen Give me space so…
This is his home
It has been For so long now. He just couldn’t imagine living anywhere else be- -cause This is his home
No Pity
They call it homeless, I guess I say I’m home-free The style of life I choose to live is purely up to me So forgive me when I’m confused by your pity, I pity you Spending most your days doing things that you don’t want…
Fragrant Garden
A courtyard of dreams Alive with entwined honeysuckle vines and ancient roses Musical sounds of small bright blue birds and busy buzzing honeybees Dancing and twirling, bold beautiful butterflies They come to visit They come to play My fragrant garden of peace Sunlit or Moonlit…
Under Your Gaze
I live under your gaze in a box by the bus bench in the bushes. Though our eyes never meet, not a glance my way, I feel your shame. Don’t. Judge my story. You’ll find it in my eyes.