Hour Twenty Three: Speak to me, my love.

  speak to me, my love. I know you are playing peek-a-boo again. to them, you are gone. to me, you are still my muse, picture-perfect like your green-colored abode.   speak to me, my love. I know you get quite the buzz to keep…

Ch easy-peasy?

I slap a slice between slices of bread They call me unrefined, ill-bred. There are, I know, three kinds of cheese, The spread, the ‘sprinkle-on-pizza-piece’ Or the slice, as i said before, But you tell me of hundreds more?! Sourced from cows or sheep, mellowed,…

say cheese

poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese a great man once wrote hence my attempt to set things right for cabbages and kings have been mentioned in the same poetic line why not cheese and the president surely one eats the other…

Rockstar Poet

Quiet,snobbish one heck of a guy Thinks deeply writes soulfully Sits by himself smiles barely Lives calmly never asks why Sleeps all day under the moon After a whole day writing poems Or sometimes stays up all night long To write some songs he keeps…

‘Nother Me (hour 23, prompt 23)

“Who are you playing with?” I’d ask my baby boy at play The answer that he gave me Blows my mind unto this day He’d look up with a smile, and “‘Nother me,” he’d say My jaw just hit the ground As he turned back…

The Dark Angel

Have you ever wondered how You sleep, dream and think All your dreams were reality? I came to you in the body of a dog, You chased me away. I came to you in the body of a chicken; You plucked my feathers, and Made…

A bunch full of flowers in the hands Colorful and beautiful Flow out to spread fragrance In the house A bunch full of thoughts in the mind Wise and wonderful Flow out to spread brilliance In the conscience A bunch full of virtues in the…