A cold rain falls on this
broken world
The politicians wine
and dine while the
hungry line up at soup
kitchens and food
pantries
The heartless cry: "Get
a job!" Yet many are too
old or infirm
Loving thy neighbor is
something the right wing
has forgotten
The " other side " has and
always will be the enemy
The war of wills rages on
and on as the common
People suffer
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC
She filled the room
with an exotic grace
Jet black hair
styled in a Bob
and almond shaped
eyes
Her movements were
flowing as she glided
across the stage
The spotlights glowed
on an oval face
How the cameras loved
to follow her every
gesture
More than a star
She became a legend
of the cinema
Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 7:23 AM UTC
I dread the thought of
sleep when pain creeps
between my sheets and
causes me to writhe
The scar is there as a
reminder of the day
the knife did cut
I long for sunny days
where I can bask in
the healing rays
I want to be whole
again and free to
wander about
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 2:54 PM UTC
Each dawn they arrive
Pudgy bodied with
soft gray feathers
Sitting on a branch
Making their own
unique sound
It is the kind of music
which is sweetest to
be heard
A melody of sadness
Echoing in time
Reminding me of
loves who are no
longer here
Jan 27, 2023
Jan 27, 2023 at 12:11 PM UTC
The day you left
My world ended
Or so I thought
At the time
Many tears were
Shed and months
Of loneliness went by
I resorted to taking
Anti depressants and
Drinking too much wine
Then one day I looked
In the mirror and that was
My wake up call
The face looking back
Was no longer someone
I knew
From then on I began
To learn how to be on
My own again
What was once my tragedy
Became a blessing
With new worlds opening
As I started to heal
I went places alone and
Liked my own company
I read books and wrote
Bad poetry, laughing at
The rhyme
I gave up the pills and
The *****
Joined a recovery group
And Frank their coffee
I met someone who was better
Than a lover
A person I could call friend
Most of all, I came to see
That in every dark corner
There is a splinter of light
And hope can grow if only
We plant the seed
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
The tiny bird lay motionless on the ground
Its wing appeared to be broken.
The Mother bird hovered above rubbing
her beak and head against her baby.
I stood back, watching, not quite knowing
what to do.
I gathered a small box and filled it with grass.
It was my intent to try and rescue the baby.
Just when I started to get close, the little bird
began to move and hopped upon its Mother's
back and off they flew to the nest she had built
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
The girl walked gingerly along
the rocky shore
Her feet were bare and she wasn't
used to going without shoes
The small shells and pebbles poked
into her skin and made her dance
along the sandy beach
She was heading toward the waters
edge and felt ready to take the plunge
The salty air was invigorating yet the
waves coming in were quite cold
So she tip toed in
wading up to her knees
She was just getting used to the
feel of the water
When a giant wave came
out of nowhere and knocked
her over
Now, engulfed
she began to swim and
the ocean became her friend
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC
Her fear rose in her throat
and choked her
It took all of her might
not to retch
she had never heard such
awful words and they were
meant for her
She started to cry
then put her hands together
in prayer
She was safe she told herself
and she would get through
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 12:58 PM UTC
Morning creeps in with
a ghostly glow
Dark corners are erased
The sun is slowly rising
on a sleepy city
Lights pop on in windows
and silhouettes can be seen
There is a lady pouring coffee
and a man lighting a cigarette
The sour smell of garbage
is in the air and a newspaper
is thrown on someone's
front lawn
Soon the sidewalks will
be teeming as a heard of
weary commuters make
their way to work
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 9:17 AM UTC
The old car sat
rusting under
some tall oak trees
The Chevrolet emblem
could still be seen
across the front
It had to be at least
50 years since
it was on the highway
Ghost riders appeared
on autumn nights
and took this baby for a spin
Children in the neighborhood
testified to that
A pretty lady with
her kerchief blowing
in the wind was often
the driver
She liked to push the
gas pedal to the floor
and race past the
other cars on the road
Sometimes a thin man
in a business suit
would get behind
the wheel and
off to his office
he would go
The Chevy must have
been brand new
back then and something
to see
Shiny hub caps
and white wall tires
Plus fins in the back
to add class and
help with aerodynamics
But now she sat
slowly rotting
only moving in
the imagination of
some 10 year olds
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC