Alone
Thinking,
in solitary confinement, recalling.
Listening,
to your conscience, peacefully gathered.
Accepting,
your authentic self,realizing.
Adjusting,
now in peaceful serenity, stress free living.
Random, #9
As my head aches random things come to mind
I need my glasses
Tea is brewing
I eat my cereal
It is late at night and I am tired
I am home watching my dog
The fan is spinning
So is my head
How to get rid of this pain?
I watch my Dog sleep and I envy him.
Typing these poems that I am behind one
I am drawing a blank.
Drive fast, sleep running
Angry birds sing.
The chocolate cake is done
I am beginning to dream
I am determined to finish
Weight is up, yet I am hungry
Dance, perform
Go to Bed.
Dream
Hour 13: We Need
Equal pay for women NOW
and full reproductive rights.
We need a Congress that won’t fight
President Obama about every damn thing.
We need doctors and dentists who can
treat people for what ails them.
Men who are not afraid to cry
and share power.
Kids who have never been hit,
or cursed, or lied to.
We need light in darkness
and a sober use of weapons.
Glint
Scrooge has nothing on the toiling ants,
whose tireless pursuits are aimed at
the simple desperate art of surviving,
rather than droves of gold, they march
determinedly up to the jar of honey,
frantic and clawing each to earn their
piece, each tiny pincer set holding aloft
a golden nugget of sweet sugar to their queen.
“A penny saved is a penny earned.”
Poem #18: Tinder
Downloading Tinder
Everyone is an asshole
Delete that shit again
Fire Safety
Fire Safety
What one thing would I save
If my home, my house
Was completely engulfed in flames?
I want to say my Memaw’s Bible:
Her copy of King James.
But her voice
It calls to me,
And the modesty, that I keep quietly locked inside of me,
Keeps telling me,
This
That I’m telling you,
And it’s
Compelling me,
To tell the truth,
And so
Honestly,
Depending inherently on the severity,
Or if I
Would even feel inclined…
Go running back inside
My fiery house for anything…
Because
If I went in there and died,
Then where would I be?
I hear dead is not as glamorous as they make it seem
On the radio box or on
The movie screen.
Yeah,
There were all those nice people
Who attended my wake
And the others who came
And said goodbye to me, at my grave
And yeah,
There’s that pretty rock that they had carved
For all to see,
Telling the world of my vanity
And the bane of being a sex-symbol at the young age of 23.
But then, after that,
When they’re all gone I’ll be
Left to spend the rest of time alone
Reciting lines
From my long forgotten eulogy.
So If I
Am to be honest,
And in lieu of sounding vain,
I would
Accept the things in life
I cannot change,
Letting what burns
Burn,
And keeping only
That which may or may not
Remain.
The Norman Rockwell Painting
The desire to live the perfect life
The white picket fence
The wraparound porch
The 2.3 children
With perfect teeth
Excelling in athletics
And academics
The faithful and doting spouse
You know what I mean
You look at those pictures
And you buy into the romanticized life
And wonder why you don’t have it
As a photographer
I feel an obligation
To the rest of the human race
To clue you in on a well kept secret
Life in pictures
Is staged
Slumber
Slumber
Virginia Carraway Stark
Resting
When cheekbones
Start to feel numb
From wishes of slumber coming on
Darkness covers the world
Like a blanket of water
But sleep isn’t for me tonight
No matter how it may coo and call
Increasingly shutting eyes
Feels better than open
But still I wake
I have things to do
And tonight the muse is calling
Thirteen…
The Road Not Taken
Two loves apart in a mellow mood,
And since I could not have them both
And be one heart, long I thought
And kissed one deeply there I swooned
To where he took my breath away;
Then kissed the other, just as well,
And having perhaps the better hair,
Because it was glossy and thick with care;
Though as for that the combing there
Had shined the swoop I did not care,
And both that morning equally shorn
In sheaves no pep had stopped the flood.
Oh, I kept a lock without dismay!
Yet knowing how his tears did sway,
I doubted would it grow again that way.
I shall be telling this with my keen eye
Somewhere pages and pages hence:
Two loves apart in a mood, and I-
I took the one less baldened by,
And that has made all the difference!
Behind Proverbs Lurk The Living
When the going gets tough,
the tough get milkshakes
and go bowling,
because it’s Saturday night
and the tough need a better
work-life balance.
You can’t expect the tough
to be on call twenty four-
seven these days.
You don’t earn degrees,
you don’t earn a salary
being tough.
But if you think it’s so
easy being tough, why don’t
you get going?