I am uninspired I guess I’m just tired Caught in word stream Wish I had ice cream I hate being a poet I want you to know it I stand at the brink these poems really stink An hour to go This really blows Can’t…

Say it. I dare you not to smile!

Gazing up up at the grains above me I know it’s crop just like they bring to The elevator Delicious grains My favorite ones When the truck’s come We’d put our hands out When they opened the sluice gate To the back of the truck…

On the black hill where the prarie grasses and small trees converge into one impenetrable shadow,  from which all that is of the earth unfolds forth, down through the valleys and secret hollows,  that breathing titan of darkness, whose outline is just barely seen formed…

I hear you calling my name so sweet You tempt me You know that I am very tired with no sleep I will finish this proving that I can do this once again Your voice so tender like velvet so soft but I resist I…

G.K. Chesterton once wrote “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” Cheese How many kinds… Exceed the appetite Emotions and sensations Succulent taste Exquisite with wine @Maritza – Hour Twenty-three

I adore every words come from your mouth I adore you I adore everything of you I adore, adore you so much Your charisma Oh Gosh, it radiates strongly It penetrates to my heart Your red lips, your brown eyes Your strong jaws Oh Gosh,…

Oh, dear bank, here is your ode: I owed, I owed, so off to work I go. And as I go, heigh ho, heigh ho, I thank you for another loan! I carried my load and mailed out my loan, So my car won’t get…

The instinct that tells one to step in, or step away. To discern others’ emotions, or anticipate their thoughts. An intuition that can’t be explained, and cannot be taught.   A ‘spidey’ sense which cautions. A gut feeling impossible to ignore. That prescient lucidity that…

I never thought I’d say this, but. Please. For the love of god. No more cheese fondue.