Archive | November, 2020

May I have a drink of your wine?

26 Nov

Empty of thoughts

I walk into a bookstore

and begin flipping

through books

letting other

poets’ words nourish

the thirst

within me.

I drink freely

from each poet’s

glass

of tasty wine.

Creativity begins flowing

and once again

I begin writing

and become

a poet.

By Jim Wortham

Thoughts about Shannon

24 Nov

The shovel

returns you

to dirt today

You will

sleep well

Better than

you ever

did on earth

Words that came too late

24 Nov

How can I reverse time

to tell Crystal

all the things I meant

to say

sometime?

How do I reverse time

after the final breath

to say I love you

I need you

I want you to be

part of my life

always?

Tonight, let’s think about finding love when you are lonely

18 Nov

I want to share a little wisdom that I’ve learned over the years. I want to encourage you.

Don’t give up on meeting people. Especially don’t give up on finding love. You will find someone you can enjoy and love.

Leave your safe place and circulate and talk with everyone you feel led to. They want a friend as much as you do. And if you’re lucky, and the chemistry is right, your world may be turned upside down, and your happiness and their happiness will become blissful.

I remember when I was shy when I forced myself to sit down where a lovely lady sat. I asked if I might join her….and if she could use a little company? Each time I was invited to enjoy a deep conversation and often we walked to a local coffee shop hand-in-hand and talked until midnight. That began the seeds of a loving relationship.

Over time I overcame shyness. I’m older now and I’m not so self-conscious. Even now I’ve never been turned away when I ask a lovely lady “Can I join you and can you use some company tonight?”

My poetry engine broke and I can use a little help from my friends

8 Nov

After 3 poetry books published this year

my poetry engine

died.

My friend Ted tells me to get my poetry engine started

by buying 4 or 5 kinds

of tasty liquor then sit down

and drink 6 to 12 drinks

until poetry

starts pouring out.

Sebrena says to have some exciting experiences

to see if I can start

my poetry engine.

She says she can suggest

some experiences

to get poems

flowing

once

again.

Mikey says

just sit for days

with pencil and paper

until the poetry

bleeds from

my veins.

Anybody anywhere

have other ways

to crank up

my poetry engine?

I need to keep my

poetry engine running.

I fear it will become

rusty and can’t be fixed.

waiting for love that never comes

3 Nov

She sits on the beach

at twilight

waiting for

someone

anyone

with a friendly smile

and warm words

No one stops

She appears homeless

She made her home

the beach and

a nearby park where

she sleeps on sand

or a bench in the park

with newspapers

over her to stay warm

She works all day

at a sports bar

serving coffee

hamburgers

sea food

She listens to others

works gracefully

showing kindness

and offering encouragement

Her customers ask for her

and laugh with her

and joke with her

She is lovely

so lovely

No one invites her out

They think she must

have a partner

Guys think

she’ll turn them down

Some customers

call her their psychologist

since she listens intently

and offers common sense solutions

This is what

no

one

knows —

She takes food

left on plates

to eat after work

She makes leftover food

last until she works

the next day

She wears colorful clothing

from Salvation Army stores

She makes worn out clothes

look good

No

one

knows

her

night-life

You will find her

sitting on the beach

alone beginning at twilight

No one slows down to talk

She sees herself

a toss away

from three broken marriages

of abusive alcoholic spouses

She makes people laugh

and feel loved

will anyone

sit and talk with her

cry with her

and dream with her

of a new future

Once I stopped

and asked if she could

use a little company

She broke into tears

then said

no one ever offered

to sit with me

I learned her name

Connie

She is a God fearing woman

praying for others

in need

She had names on a napkin

to pray for

She never prayed for herself

Before I left

Connie asked to pray for me

taking my hand in hers

and praying a comforting prayer

As I think about her

tonight

I find myself

praying for her

remembering her holding my hand

I mentally place her hand in mine

as I pray for her

and not for

myself

Looking for love at Luguna Beach

3 Nov

She had an Angel’s smile

glancing at me several times

in a bookstore

I got all the mojo

I could and walked up

and said can I buy you a coffee

at their snack bar?

Smiling she reached

for my hand

as we walked to the bookstore’s

sit down coffee and pastry area

We talked of past hurts

and imagined outloud

things might be different

if we met again

It was to happen

the next day

on the beach

she would bring a picnic lunch

I’d bring wine and soft drinks

Diane never showed up

I walked up and down the beach

for hours

looking for her

Finally I sat down

as salted tears soaked

the sand

and waited

two more hours

just in case . . .

Before going to my hotel

I tasted my tears on the sand

for a memory

of her

to take home

My Poem Maker Kit

2 Nov

I’m at my favorite cafe

I ask Lucy for

napkins and pencil

She brings a pile of napkins

with a sharpened pencil

For a dollar cup of coffee

and free refills

my creative thoughts

pour onto napkins

spilling words

to share with

you

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