Oops, made time for a shower, skipped an hour’s posting, so here’s 2 for ya. Seventh panel (12 pm): And eighth (1pm):

You don’t have to write to write a poem– sometimes you can be a writer; sometimes, you just need to be.

The talk of an outlook of someone Did agitated certain groups One cannot control how the others want to perceive himself As gossip existed for the reason of talking bad Did agitated certain groups not taken any preventive measures, the gossip existed for the reason…

I may have never seen you But you are always there in my heart I may have never felt your touch But i always sense you with me I may have never told you my stories But you always guided me in my problems I…

I have no obsessions, They have me. I have no compulsions I do things voluntarily. They have me These little rituals I do. I do things voluntarily. I can’t stop thinking of you. These little rituals I do. I drove you away with my junk…

There is a child hidden in my heart that refuses to come out. This child is there for when the world becomes unfathomable and I need to pout. This child allows me to laugh at knock-knock jokes and silly burping games. This child, however, has…

(photo of Becky Beck, my birth name in Iowa…singing first and later acting and writing …now back to finishing my book project) As a Participant in the Poetry Marathon In just eight posts…I cannot go on I’m a Rebellious Poet in my old age I…

I ran out of ideas I count on my fingers, I crossed the ocean without knowing a swimmer. I can’t eat you, while I’m still getting thinner. I hate the summer but I don’t love the winter, She took me to church and she prayed…

i want to taste the air that you have been breathing while we were meshed, tangled, and sweaty my fondest memory on that blue and white checkered couch when I felt all of you slide into all of me and those hours slipped away nothing…

City Muse #1:  New York Frannie Z   One of the best things was bumping into friends or relatives. Almost careened into my parents near 34th Street. Unshut a train door for my best friend on a platform.   In those days New York –four…