Johnny D The Man For Me

  JOHNNY D, THE MAN FOR ME   J  Joking, and joyful a Jedi at heart O Ornary by nature H Honest old fart. N Never nasty or negative N Nice to a tee Y Youthfully yummy D Damn lucky me!  

Firefly Lights

Even the fireflies have gone to bed They left me alone with words in my head Strands of ideas to be turned into thread Or picked apart and tossed instead I’ll stare out the window into the night Hoping to see a small flash of…

Good Morning Poem

In this morning new, I seek to find my power, Through Universal perfection. Open my eyes so I can see ~ That my life is  joyous and complete~ Fill my body with strength and ease,  with all the powers that be. For this beautiful morning…

Dear PaPa (An Epistolary Poem, Hour 18)

Dear PaPa   Dear PaPa,   I’m sure you didn’t mean it, but you scarred me for life. When we were little children, we’d climb in the pickup with Daddy and drive to your house. You kept the pantry full of Little Debbie snacks, and…

Dear 60-year old lady

You think you are still 35 You are not At least you don’t shop at aeropostale Or try to sport a belly piercing Or faddish tattoos And what’s with the cleavage?? Your body is stretched out Your face sags, along with the Other parts You…

Blizzard

Outside my running car freezing, from home far left early to beat a storm only now my key is safe and warm   In 96 it tortured me frantically trying to get in, you see a blizzard brewing high and low a manager helping but…

So tell me

So tell me love did your fingers blister when you snuffed out our flame was there remorse the day after next of when you realized your side of the bed was cold and empty I often wonder play that day back Stuck on repeat with…

Hour twenty: Ode: gender neutral bathrooms

I have spent my life tapping the bricks between the two bathrooms, waiting for some magical world to reveal itself.   I have avoided eye contact in the mirror with myself & others, taken off my pronoun buttons before going into the bathroom.   Bless…

prompt 22: Dear Peddlers of Chocolate,

Dear Peddlers of Chocolate, I have to take a second to tell you that you are a hazard. Your wares are worse than crack or flesh or slangers of “happy pills” made to make us forget ourselves and how we hurt.   My beautiful waist…