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
The shovel returns you to dirt today You will sleep well Better than you ever did on earth
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?
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. TheyContinue reading “Tonight, let’s think about finding love when you are lonely”
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 ifContinue reading “My poetry engine broke and I can use a little help from my friends”
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 allContinue reading “waiting for love that never comes”
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 talkedContinue reading “Looking for love at Luguna Beach”
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