Shane Michael Stoops

Apr 5

rose hopkins

First frost
riming the landscape
A white dawn
Announced by the crow's harsh call
The waning moon hanging
In a cloudless sky
As the rising sun's rays
Twinkle on the frosted fields.

Repost on this frosty day

Shane Michael Stoops Apr 2

48 It’s Not Great, It’s Just Old

48, forty eight
Another year
It ain’t so great turning 48
Your teeth done fell out
Everybody screaming what’s that stench coming from your mouth?
Or is it your ***?
Who knows but you stink and everyone is plugging their nose
It’s quite a combination of Ben Gay and Support ***** hose
Yep, you suddenly smell like the yoga room at the old folks home
When you turn 48 it’s suddenly surgeries galore
Broken bones and you can’t get up off the floor
The kids are yelling, **** you’re old
And you’re walking around in a blanket when it’s 80° degrees cause you’re always cold
Like a loaf of bread, your beginning to mold
When you turn 48 that’s old
It’s walkers with tennis *****, Garage sales, And haggling over a dime
You need to get a watch because you’re asking everybody if they got the time
You can’t wait for it to be over
You’re not feeling fine
Don’t forget to pay your life insurance or they won’t pay a dime
They’ll throw you to the vultures
It happens all the time
Turning 48 is like committing a crime

#funny #old #laughs #birthdays #humor

Shane Michael Stoops Apr 2

Unspoken Words

Father please hear me, I have something to say,
These are my words, they won’t go away.
I have longed for them to be answered, day after day,
From the time I was a little boy
To the man I am standing here today
I am burdened with your silence like a heavy weight on my chest,
Living in your shadow
I have always tried to do my best.
Through every single failure
success,
Through every single fall
I have waited for something—anything at all.
Have I ever made you proud,
Do I belong?
Am I just guessing,
Was I always in the wrong?
I have looked in your eyes, they never would tell, they never would say, now you’re leaving, about to die today, I fear they never will, I fear you won’t even try.
Still, I am here, if you are wondering why, my heart is torn, a son who has waited since the day he was born, for a father‘s pride, a father‘s love, anything for his father to finally be proud of, but………..
Dad it is okay, if you have no words, If you cannot say, you’re proud of your son here today, then please take my hand, don’t let this moment slip away. I will always love you
Today tomorrow and yesterday.
R.I.P Stacey Lynn Stoops(DAD)
10/28/1954~08/2023

Our relationship was complicated, but I love(d) him anyway. He was my father, and he has visited me since his passing, and made his amends. He has told me he is proud of me, and that is all that matters.

#father #son #family #love #peace #closure #death

Mar 7

John Edward Smallshaw

#10word winner.

Finally

I am bigger
than the triggers
that trigger me.

Mar 7

Twisted Poet

opposite of love

My English teacher said
The opposite of love
Is hate.
But it's not hate,
It's apathy.
Hate still breathes,
It's fiery, raw, and real.
But apathy?
Apathy is a void
Where nothing's left to feel.
No anger, no tears,
Just empty.
So if you ask what's worse,
Hate or apathy,
I'd say apathy,
The silence,
The hollow space,
Where nothing is felt
And nothing is left
Between us.