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Category Archives: Poetry
There are things. Things I should Do. But now, At this Moment, I choose to celebrate! Because tomorrow is just tomorrow, And Now Is All that matters. On December 11, 2014 this 52-year-old grandmother will receive her BA in Humanities! … Continue reading
Oh, the joy of being a cat Only I exist, only I command. To be free of apology Is the human desire; Yet, you fail where I succeed. You call; I refuse to answer. You tempt; I refuse to relent … Continue reading
Who proclaims What song plays; When love asks Where shall we dance? Dana and Mary….Congratulations on your engagement from your cousin here in Arkansas.🙂
There is no rest dreams; His devoted servant Haunts me in darkness. I run and run and do not escape. The earth swallows me And spits me down into the belly of the demon Where his laughter rings; Where there … Continue reading
Here’s your book, I’m giving it back. I lack the time required to read The pages….through……to the end. Every word created wonder. Then again, Obligation is of no importance In literature; You never felt the same. So, here’s your book.
Oh, to do something, anything But, sit here doing nothing, emptying hours. Watching the lives of strangers and dogs Yes, dogs. The dogs of unknown people; Who will Forever remain the same? Nothing changes neither work nor life nor the … Continue reading
Having recently survived the dreaded kidney stone…I was inspired to write the following silly little verse: There was a rock It grew in me It wasn’t my choice to set it free It decided to move and used my pee … Continue reading
Worth does not show itself In sums or words carefully placed Upon a page It lurks in dark spaces Under the stove or behind a door Covered in the gummy filth Of forgotten dreams So sing lowly chambermaids with blackened … Continue reading
Nothing nothing nothing but this blinking blinking blinking No inking from my thinking The poet left the room.