Who is winning?

Certainly not me

Let's hear it for the losers

A slip on the ice can ruin your life
An injured hand
Fingers don't bend
Let's not pretend
This is a life in descend
Looking for a godsend
To unbend a hand and
A fragile life to contend

Rain on my window pane
Droplets connecting into a
single chain
Drop by drop
Again and Again
Into a mellow refrain

Spinning a web of lies
What is your disguise?
We all have something to hide
Life left you dissatisfied?
And mortified?
Did you fall off by the wayside?
Did I hurt your pride?
Look inside
To your web of lies

Twitter says it's National Poetry Day
But no words come to me today
My inspiration will come back on another day

Another holiday is near and
I am filled with fear
With seeing these people only a couple times a year
Makes me think the invite is insincere
Perhaps no invite this year
Then I'll just stay home, drink a beer and shed a tear

What did you do?
This site is very slow
And unfortunately
it kind of blows

Love means always having to say
you're sorry

Twitter says it's National Poetry Day
I have no words for today
Perhaps another day
My heart will have something to say

Slipped and fell on the ice
Broken bone
Broken dreams
Broken hope

An August day
When the warm moist air kisses my skin
A dead leaf makes an appearance
Signaling the summer days are all but over
As the days get shorter
The napping cat stretches languorously on the deck
As the hummingbird lands on a flower
Summer slips away every hour

Hi, I'm a raccoon
I climbed a building
To see if I can
Please don't let me land on a moving van
I inched my way to the top
Praying I don't do a belly flop
I needed to rest
So I made a window sill nest
And that seemed to relieve my stress
But I must make it to the top
Because I won't stop
I smell something good
Could it be cat food?
Please God, give me fortitude
I made it to the top
And I didn't drop
I happily ate my cat food
So this is where I conclude

Bullets ringing in my ear
Wondering if death is near
The world is collapsing
Run in fear
Until all is clear
Was it a dream?
Or was it real?

If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Hello Poetry
I've been away
But I am back
With more musings in my head

It's dark at 4:00 p.m.
So I rush to get home
To Wuthering Heights and cardigans
While winter's darkness fills my gothic soul
And seduces me to the ways of the old
There's a sense of romance when everything is covered in snow

The red blazer whispered in my ear
Wear me and he will notice you
His eyes flew to me like glue
What else could I do
Except to blush and say thank you
My mind is a bit askew
On how to read you