I can’t explain what I felt But it was real You didn’t want to know It was hard not letting it show I cared right from the start Things just seemed to keep us apart I was so full of shame Wishing you felt the…
Category: Miscellaneous
42, Hour Sixteen
*42 At age fifteen I met the boy who would one day become my husband. We briefly dated, then parted ways after a misunderstanding we were both too shy to correct. Don’t panic. It all ended well. Decades later we met again after hardships on…
Hour 16 Drugs robbed you from us
An attractive athletic, artistic son, brother, and father classmate and crush. Now only a proven statistic anyone who lives south on Long Island. When I close my eyes see your smile hear your laugh realize you wore sunglasses more often than not, hiding the beautiful brown almond shapes of…
Ever After (Hour Twelve, A Tricube Poem)
Ever After He and she became we, happily together. Man and wife, sharing life, bound by a love that lasts forever. ****A tricube is a poem of three stanzas, where each stanza consists of three lines, and each line is composed…
Another round of Anxiety11pm
Sitting around trying to relax thinking nothing’s going to hurt me But then a small seed of panic No reason to panic I know everyone that’s in the room They won’t hurt me aren’t going to take advantage of me I’m safe Sometimes it’s a…
Jersey shore palette
The sky’s a mirror My inner impressionist awakens azure
The Creator did
At night the firmament is alit with Moon and stars Piercing the clouds as if Each one has an assignment To shine regardless Of the depth of darkness And the moon a crescent, embraces the some stars As if it’s saying come let me…
Deserted Operations Hour 16
Nothing is coming to me now Those words that were zipping above my head have all been used now. I am struggling to find new ones Not even Perry Mason could help me now. I sense the brain needs caffeine, or a nap, protein maybe…
Friday Nights (Prompt 12)
At one time it was super tough and words were my only rescue On Open Mic poetry night I gave the audience a close up to my behind the scenes I inherited my mother’s story believing mine would end up differently I learned somewhere…
Dog Food
Sweltering, collapsing mind ran ragged fumbling forward to the manhole endurance athlete made by necessity clearing the hurdles by falling over them.