lawrence-l-ladd
74/M/West Central Illinoisj
I am a Missouri (pronounced mizz-ur-uh) boy born and raised. My wife and I met at Mizzou. We have been married fifty-two years (48 with the wind chill). I am not much of a poet. I believe there is no such thing as writing --there is / only REWRITING.
one of my earliest memories
is the day my grandmother
taught me how to float in the pool
it took me a few tries
before she let go of my body
above the water
she let me go
all on my own
without me even realizing
i remember looking over at her
and seeing her
great big smile
she then said to me
my girl
this is a life lesson
never believe that you need
to hold onto someone
to get things done
know that all you have is yourself
and know you are strong enough
to hold yourself up all on your own
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
If I wisp away
Into this humid night,
Whilst my sweat drips
With my honey and
Your anguished hollows.
And as these trees calmly
Blow in this muggy fall,
For when my legs can't clamber
These piercing cliff rocks,
And my knees tremble.
Because I fear, yet anticipate
My own emotions in misty
Wind that blows between us,
That will guide me into a pool
Of my own heart shed.
''Tis not your sensitive heart
My mind will whisper,
We're all a lover deep down
Yet I'm cursed with overthinking
Like a poetry puppet.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
the angel on my shoulder
picked up smoking,
the devil on the other
took up yoga—
they don't know
how much they have
in common.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
David Hasselhoff and Pamela Anderson
Watching the bay in surf, sand or sun
Running slo-mo in skimpy suits of crimson
Got their viewers' attention and then some.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
By Larry Ladd
Oh, I would have a lot of fun
If I were a number 1.
Still, I eat that second hero.
My profile is a number 0.
I cinch my belt to hide my weight.
I only look like a number 8.
At “Attention!” I straighten my spine.
I only manage a number 9.
They say “At ease.” I’m in a fix.
My **** drops down to a number 6.
Oh, I would have a lot of fun
If I were a number 1.
My ego wants to be a capital I,
But I guess I’m not that sort of guy.
My gut droops over my belt, you see,
So I look more like a capital P.
Say, I would not mind a capital R.
Then I could be an adult film star.
But that’s not likely, what’s to do?
**** I look like a capital Q.
So I’ll stay dressed because I know
I really am a capital O.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
knee unbent
standing toeeot with god
words
like tiny fists
pound
against his chest
GOD, **** YOU!
melted by love
(fills between space)
goddamnyou
muffled by grace
(fills cracks in faith)
echoes into silence
prayer takes many forms
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
The sun came up this morning .
You may not have noticed.
Breakfast was finished.
You may not remember.
Your clothes seem to match.
You wonder who picked them out.
Weather doesn't bother you.
You are not going out.
You feel neither hot nor cold.
You feel numb.
Numb and betrayed.
Giving into the betrayed feeling can only lead to anger.
You were on track.
But life took your friend, your lover, your husband.
A chapter ended.
Abruptly
Finally
Today should have stayed
(a little longer)
You were betrayed.
Anger will come.
NO!
Put out the "No Deliveries" sign.
Numb is safe.
Numb is comfortable.
Tonight the stars will come out.
You may not notice.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
Thought Lot,
A guy should be happy with what he's got.
That his wife looked back is not his fault...
Besides, a guy can always use a little salt.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
Dr. Benjamin Spock,
The nineteen sixties baby Doc,
Taught us parenting crafts,
Like keeping children out of drafts
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC