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Tag: poetry
Empty
A hungry stomach that food won’t fill Smiles with-out teeth and always going uphill Does the sun come out with the shades always closed Glass is very empty there’s never a half full Blank walls a staring, no stories to be told Come closer… Continue Reading “Empty”
Roses In The Light
December 1st Warm and muggy rain Night-light on the house Shines on fading blooms Of pinkish hues Death comes soon And the bloom is no more
Stuck on a Boat
A gull flew over and with a feather, dropped a note on a little boat. It said: “Dear Sailor, the oars are filthy on that little dingy, not even the surf can clean up that dirt. You left your mast up and overstressed the… Continue Reading “Stuck on a Boat”
Trees
Some days all you have is a view of the trees at sunset or sunrise. The rest of the day is filled with sickness and broken sleep maybe some food in between. But everyday the trees breathe. As do we. The lucky ones I… Continue Reading “Trees”
Parking Tickets
I can’t wait for you, Not right now at least. I’m double-parked and too broke to pay the parking ticket. It’s not a boot but a lead weight they’ll tie to my car. Use another road or find a city street but don’t leave… Continue Reading “Parking Tickets”
Poe House
Baltimore, Maryland An impromptu trip. I was going to England, but the universe had different plans for my trip. Well, Wow Airlines had different plans because they went bankrupt a couples days before I left. 😡 flights cancelled, all aircraft grounded and I’m chilling… Continue Reading “Poe House”
Winter Dichotomy
How beautiful a snowy landscape is In the eyes of the happy hearted. But to others, it only personifies the cold, loneliness and desolation of a landscape. What do you see as you look at the picture? Beauty? Bitter cold?
So Cold
Go to sleep and hope for the snow. Wake up late and find a storm. It’s just the beginning, the men are dead in the fields. Horses came through, but none drew near. Valkyrie wings close down; plunging and swooping the bloodied earth. Clawing… Continue Reading “So Cold”
Looking Down The Trail
Beautiful Scarborough Peaceful in the spring Castles and history are found Sweet memories are made May 2018 Scarborough, UK.
Who Are You
Visions of what you once were. So many months and now a sickly shadow. You take responsibility for letting yourself go. My hands were in the pot too, I say I didn’t know. You can’t hear what I say, When you get this way.… Continue Reading “Who Are You”
Vanishing City
Running away, Or running free? I never know which it will be. Vanishing city or a trick of the eye? Chasing the fog. Chasing a lie. We are all scared. The sway has been lost. There’s no return trip but we are still charged… Continue Reading “Vanishing City”
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