Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To standby and go the extra mile, To do as told, as though I were a child. Would it have mattered one little bit, To have acted unscathed by all…

The heavens know when you have been found. After wandering in darkness that started within Once you have exhausted yourself from the burdens of life Following the sea of tears and valleys of regret The heavens have been waiting to shine a light The heavens…

The last cigarettes are smoked Sleep deprived Hungover and dangerous But in spite of everything I am creating art To be read, probably ignored but I’m writing it at 6:34 in the morning I am creating art

Dear Eve, Mother of all creation. Do you remember the day that you wanted to know it all? You got all that you wanted. We all did. We know everything We understand nothing. jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon

“they paved paradise” I always wondered what those trees, with the metal grates around their trunks, say to each other – reaching for the sun from concrete or asphalt they must wonder where the rest of their families live – “movin’ on up” to the…

This is my stop You missed it If I have to get off somewhere else I don’t know where I will be I know this stop My home and livelihood are right near there What do you mean, “I can’t turn around?” What will I…

Telling stories of the adventures I had years ago reminded me of the years i have behind me And I remind myself of how many years I have ahead of me and those good times only seem like a small collection of what is yet…

The next day I find myself Much the same Only completely different As the day before So go the weeks Months Years of life Past, present Future The big questions answered Without much ado (Post Marathon bonus, Book 99, #19339)

Because I am a keener and because I am ready to fall over,  I have decided to pull two prompts together – I am replying to an earlier poem in this one about an animal that I have mentioned earlier.   animkiig   I have…

  My furry friend my faithful companion my playmate my guardian. You were always brave,  with those expressive eyes  you’d always manage to get your way. Even when caught red handed… Oh what simple pleasures satisfied you,  playing fetch, Taking long walks in Albert Park…