Poem 18: A Penny Saved Is A Penny

Balderdash. A penny saved is not even a penny anymore. The Canadians have stopped keeping them in the cash register. North of the border, they don’t even make them now. So why do we cling so hard to our Lincolns? Our town cars, our capitol…

Doubt

  Doubt swings his ax in midair I duck just in time Swings again and I feel my head Roll across the room I chase it down and hold it tight I run But Doubt is close behind Laughing maniacally “You will never do this” He…

Tired

The church lock-in Was from seven to seven Games, snacks and movies And a lesson on heaven   We played volleyball And bowling with plastic pins Pizza at 9:00 And passing TP with chins   The counselors Were tracking pairs Herding them back For truth…

I didn’t notice

I didnt notice I broke your heart Virginia Carraway Stark When did I last hear from you? Or did you expect to hear back from me? You summed it up when I walked away And didn’t notice that I broke your Exposed heart I didn’t…

Man Evolves

  Cold tires Dries Mint –Skies Into a fine Sculpted eye Fires- Ancient designs Intertwined ice Heart line Defined Equal signs In life

Poem22/24 “tRuE LoVE”

Love is a magical word Where two person felt a love in their heart Even how far each other They will sacrifice to find ways to embrace There’ll be people around who’s envy Making stories from one person to another Making those couple separate With…

Poem 17: In Case of Fire

Please save Virginia. You know- Virginia Woolf. She’s been with me since 1984, rising out of doom, given new life by some sculptor’s knowing hands. The shape of her hair, the contours of her face, just right in some kind of mottled metal. I don’t…

Poem 16: Three A.M. Pancakes

The waitress is sleepy and so am I. She’s seen better days, and so have I. I tell her what I’m doing, up writing poetry until the cows come home. She pops her gum, her only comment, and ambles off with the coffee pot. I…

15. Mother’s Day

Years had passed Without a doubt No card to create No call to make   Mother is one Mine is not here But in my heart She is allays near   I cried I prayed I hoped I lost   One part of me When…

Poem 15: After All This Time

I would still stand helpless, wanting to talk about Hillary, just as we talked about her in 2008, deciding it wasn’t her time yet. We were right about that, but wrong about everything else. We parted company and both worked hard for Obama, our hearts…

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