Sweet Dreams (Poem #24)

Sweet Dreams My sweet darling I love you so Sweet dreams Hear my whispers fade Feel my hand reach for yours Sweet dreams This time was fun But it is time to go Sweet dreams Sleep is calling My eyes are closing It’s time for…

With a rebel yell….prompt whatever for hour 24!

80s tunes were all about punk…no rock anthems here.   from the first sound of feedback, my career started like that Billy Idol tune about dangerous liaisons with dangerous broads from parts of town no one wanted to see: shakey uncompromising and a little arrogant….

God, My God (Poem #23)

God You do so much for me You are all encompassing Ever present You don’t leave me You never forsake me My life is in Your hands God My life would be pointless without you Your words is a lamp to my feet And is…

Extracurricular Activities

1. Innocence and purity But it all ends early Dirt and chocolate A childish explosion Glue and marker stains Aftermath of art class 2. Pen ink and paper cuts Growing pains Algebra and P.E. Intro to the internet Ankle sprains and hairdos 8th grade hobbies…

Prompt#23 Carefree days

I came into this world with a bang.  On a stormy Thursday afternoon,      the trains stopped working,         the roads were flooded,           I came into this world with 5) the umbilical cord wrapped around my…

prompt 29: the truth about darkness

the truth about darkness (homage to Billy Ray Belcourt and his numbered poems) re-occurring nightmares about monsters in cellars with no ladders indicates deep, hidden secrets the deeper the secret, the more painful the removal – like a jagged, rusted storm drain pipes through the…

Summer Sunlight

True survival means that you find the best of things Even from my childhood I learned this to be true Mom was a stranger but I’m thankful that I am alive I couldn’t stay with Grandma but the best I have of her thrives He…

Oxygen

On the rooftop there was a patch of grass A tree Flowers and a bench On the street there was nothing green to be scene So rather than be grounded I head to the top of the world Just to breathe. jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon

Self-Composure

From window pots to garden plots forgo the cemetery, for if you’re wise you’ll make your choice trees, flowers, fern and berry We have recomposition and Capsula Mundi because we are more civilized We choose rebirth straight from the earth over metals that won’t soon…

Mind Over Matter

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…