Locked Out (2019 Poem 6)

Is this the eighth or ninth time, who can say That I have locked my keys inside my house My thoughts oft go astray Since the departure of my spouse He left without a word one night It was winter time, the roads were icy…

19~8

When I was young there were three: Punk~Rocker, the worst Cheater and the one who was Mean. Older without wisdom the next one went Running. For awhile I was Hooked before the Last met death coming. Should have left them first.         

My Literary Friends- Hour 9

I was a lonely child Few friends at all Except Jane Eyre, Jo March and her sisters We went on adventures Had great romances Searched for financial security Kept our morality and integrity We crossed the moors We took off to New York We were…

Homesick (Poem #9)

Tears swell in my eyes Pain in my chest An ache in my heart My body feels weak My life feels like it’s not moving I am so far from home Yet getting so much closer to going back I am away But I know…

Keep Your Place

linger where you belong safe, secure, secluded I am the mighty one the leader venturing to greener pastures stay in our nest snug, serene for me let it enclose you think of it not as a prison but as a refuge I am all you…

Hour 9: The Great Gatsby

The Great Gatsby The shape of restlessness Sparkling in the night Bated breath Your love potion Is pure poison Your face, your ache is familiar   Her well-loved eyes A thin red circle Where your heart used to be In its stead,  A pale gold…

Fruit of the Gods

Flying over flooded streets I see the water rise. My car is over there! I think. No. Where did it go? Let me drive from back here. Backwards. Who are you that leads me?

Live and let die

He was a martyr, an advocate, a hero, a beacon of light, a legacy like no other. Liverpool was his inception and, from there, things could only go uphill. Despite a less-than-amiable upbringing, he cruised to success as the invasion began. From a quarryman to…