I wonder after you breathed your last breath after just two days after we talked . . . I wonder why I forgot to tell you how much I appreciate you how much I need you and how much I love you When my time comes and I enter the doors of Heaven I willContinue reading “The Last Phone Call”
It happened during college I published a poetry book of my poems titled WHEN TWILIGHT BEGINS I spent $300 to print 1,000 poetry books They sold slowly at first as time went by they sold in other countries My college bookstore sold the book for one dollar I visited gift shops independent bookstores and headContinue reading “Will My Poems Make Their Way Around The World?”
Does this happen to you? Pick up your phone and there is someone trying to sell you something? Open your mail and there is an offer to buy Watch TV and there are offers to buy There is a fight for your money I laugh instead of buying If you can’t laugh turn off theContinue reading “Everyone Wants My Money”
I should not know everything about you even though I beg you to tell me everything about your past and your desires Yes I want to know everything but I could not handle or deal with all you would tell me & you don’t want to know all about me if you knew it allContinue reading “Secrets Are Made To Be Secrets”
You left me for someone with a new car and money Months passed You call tonight and say it was a mistake He has money but you have love Can we start over I say yes Let’s start over again, tonight!
Once upon a time after my teens, 20s and 30s there were years I neglected writing. Let’s talk about my poetry engine. I allowed it to rust while I chased new jobs, money and material things that don’t mean much anymore. I lost time that should have gone toward writing. I actually forgot how toContinue reading “My Poetry Engine Has Not Been Running For A Long Time But I Got It Started Again”
Where did the poet go? I try to write poetry but my words fall flat without life. The poet walked away as I made a living and neglected to provide love and attention. Without warning my poet went to find someone new to find love and won’t return. Nothing will bring the poet back home.
I still want to meet you. I try so often. At coffee shops. At book stores. I was at a Books-a-Million Bookstore when a lady who was looking at the same authors’ books asked “Have you read his books?” Yes, I’d said, may I buy you a coffee? I still have met ladies even whileContinue reading “Lovely Lady, May I Join You Tonight?”
I was eating a BBQ sandwich when a youthful lady asked if she could join me of course I said she sat down, smiled and said, “Honey, you have style! you wear Harley-Davidson clothing” To be honest, I said I don’t own a Harley-Davidson bike She loved to talk and said “I can help youContinue reading “She said, Honey, You Have Style!”
I feel blue tonight I’m not the only one when days go bad I turn on music rather than call a friend (I may pull down a friend) give me a day or two I’ll be up I hope you understand some days everything goes wrong (no money to pay bills) this is one ofContinue reading “It’s A Very “Blue” Night”