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109 · Jun 2021
True Love
BTW Jun 2021
True Love
18 June 2021

True love lives in an empty tea ***.
109 · Jan 2023
Didn’t hear you cry.
BTW Jan 2023
Haven’t Heard You Cry
5 January 2023

Haven’t been here for a while.
Last time made you smile.
You must be still OK.
Haven’t heard you cry.

We seemed best of friends,
Squawking every day.
Secrets that we could blend.
In a family’s way.

Used to know your clever smoke. .
Such talent made me laughed pgh.
Your kind of saucy poke,
Made my neighbours gasp. .

Remember Mom made splat pie,
Lemon on the run.
Didn’t ever make her cry.
Found that special ***.

Our old dog, ‘one day beast’,
Had to say goodbye.
Took him to Ever Peace.
Didn’t hear him cry.

When your mom did angel fly.
Heard from all her friends
Truly sorry, frightened cried.
Kissed their own sweet end.

Seems most fine treasures lie.
Old photos when they’re found.
Sometimes you were high,
Memory Kodak bound.

I manage, yup still alive,
Toes touched when can bend.
You did make me cry,
Bone pain, round my end.

Lonely as years fast fly,
Found a brand new friend.
Happy times I plied.
Nice if you came by.

Morning comes into sight.
Bacon, eggs are fried.
Six a.m. quite a site.
You think you tried.

Wanting all my money,
When I grow weak and die.
By gosh funny sonny.
Chance I’ll hear you cry.
109 · Dec 2021
Breaking Away
BTW Dec 2021
Breaking Away

17 December 2021.

Feeling winds of time, change,
Four seasons, each unique,
Growing the previous.
When a mountain is climbed,
Both are lamed.

Old ease offers less solace,
Uncertain new promise.
Worlds broken, earthquake, storm.

Your freedom, your choice.
Breaking away.
Is there a way home?
109 · Jan 2023
Seeing Each Other
BTW Jan 2023
See each other
31 December 2022

We don’t see life, all the same way.
We live in worlds, different each day.    
Stress falls to ground, seeding our stay.

We aspire, our world is good,
To make ours, your neighbourhood.
I see you far, try our best.
Together, we pass to west.

Sail to wind, each storm alee.
Sight rest, on peaceful sea.
Care to each other.
Safe and free.
109 · Jun 2021
Truth exceeds Reality
BTW Jun 2021
21 June 2022

When truth exceeds your reality,
Your are living last stage of life.
Acting fool for an ardent audience.
Deceived by frailty.

Yet applaud your effort for they too,
No longer fit the breadth of their shoes.  
Staggering  tracks on a wandered path,
Follow a dimming light that cannot last.

Discontinuity cues the final moment of the play.
How did i lose the way?
108 · Oct 2023
Photographs
BTW Oct 2023
10th September 2023

Each day, a photograph brings such joy.
The truth of you through uncertain days.
Memories of times of love, touch our souls.
I greet you, I thank you beautiful.
You are wide awake, and I await your day
108 · Mar 2021
Books
BTW Mar 2021
Part, Past, Our book.
29 March 2021

Call up leather of books.
Skins thrown past each curtain.
Your soul doeth me sustain.
Meet on this stage. Look.

Surround of poem and lace,
Songs writ deep rhythm time.
Sing sweet Angel, cry “passion mine”.
We meet each day, too few.
Grace found renews our place.

Hold myths of rebirth.
Shared trust be earned.
Our parts all will learn,
Never return to earth.
108 · Aug 2021
And so he looks.
BTW Aug 2021
25 August 2021

And so he looks,
As if holy book,
At his own,
A truth looking for home.
All he found,
Around and around,
A man on his knees.
Always trying to ease,
Aggravations of life.
Accentuated strife,
Addled man with his knife.
Alone as could be.
Aeons in need.
Along edges he freed,
Always no seed,
Aeons indeed.
Awaiting since youth,
As if there was truth.
Alas he roams,
Amidst his poems.
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107 · Apr 2021
Up All Night
BTW Apr 2021
Up All Night
26 April 2021

Surrounded by lack of light,
Where is the boundary?
Sudden spirit in flight,
Where will I roam?
Walls have no home.
Child runs alee.
Is that the devil I see?
Who set me free?
106 · Jun 2022
Age
BTW Jun 2022
Age
Age (Haiku)
8 May 2022

I pick you up,
Kiss your little lips,
To soon goodbye.
106 · Nov 2023
Half Hour Haiku
BTW Nov 2023
Half Hour Haiku
Nove 19 2021

Half hour of love's bliss,
Time slows, your embrace I miss,
One kiss, endless joy.

BTW
==========================================


Age has slowed me down.
No longer much fun in town.
My love for you can’t stop
Half hour, I need your love.
Half hour, to hold you tight.
Half hour will be the bliss.
Time for one more kiss.
Half hour now and then
Against your skin
Half hour to prove,
Love for you.
Half hour is my plea  
Half hour all I need

BTW
106 · Dec 2021
Crisis
BTW Dec 2021
Facing a Crisis
1 December 2021

Not always advice a best answer.

Devil princess dances with panthers.
Living outside all man-mapped bound.
Rhythm of nature shapes her soft sound.

Love leaves old pain lost in the wake.
Manage your life for your life's sake.
Road risky will certain ride truth.

A loving soul need bide it's own way.
Soft, hard shoulders edging your day.
Only time travelled, answers love’s call.

Holding to show how fate truly run.
Way ahead clearing, silvered sun.
Traveling truth will crisis be won.
106 · Nov 2023
First Snowfall
BTW Nov 2023
First Snow
24 November 2023


It started as a morning frost covering the deck.
And a little bit of lace cold stars fell.
In the Martin moment of great darkness,
The world was clean again.

BTW
106 · Dec 2021
Workshop
BTW Dec 2021
04 January 2019
Workshop

Sip of wine, sparkling eyes, gentle smile.

Chrismas decorations, miles and wiles.

Neighbours shoveling snow, laughing, kicking the edges.

Some have already gone south.

Lights blinking like fading stars, some didn’t.

Another snowflake on my glasses melting, like the years.
105 · Aug 2021
A Piece of Me
BTW Aug 2021
A Piece of Me
11 August 2021

You have the biggest chunk,
I've kept the trash and junk.
Best parts, my heart and soul,
Held for you, kept them whole.
Seems not all the worst is gone,
Tried so hard for very long.
I need your hand to keep me strong.
My heart and soul to you belong.
Every day I do my best, loving you.
Soon the worst will be at rest.
A piece of me failed the test.
(I forgive you)
104 · Aug 2021
ODC
BTW Aug 2021
ODC
25 August 2021

Perfection is personal
104 · Aug 2022
Uninhibited
BTW Aug 2022
15 August 2022.

Without judgement or restraint, you curled me,
Celebrating our love and passion, true and free.
Dancing on sweet air,
Hold me, caress me, touch fair,
Every nerve feasting.
My soul, my body, your spirits intwine.
Medusa's blessing.
Kisses soak unbinding, no moral taint,
On a sea of love, we travel heaven’s gate.

Be free, you said, anything you want, I will.
I trust you. Such love God's fill.
104 · Apr 2022
Preparing
BTW Apr 2022
10 April 2022

Social, psyche, and marital bonds bind us,
Challenging our demise.
Primary as elder I fuss hoping wise,
To secure your  plan beside.

Resources to fulfill all your dreams.
Priorities lie in rocky-life stream.
Family lies on my knee.
Best plan keep them secure and freed.

Children expect parents hold them heir.
Particular when pass unprepared.
Though our vows lie fresh and new,
Balance quivered, edges dewed  

Much depends other ways and mean.
Not all ready, skill tight and keen.
Future lying in their wake.
Give them all I take?
Remarried? Adult Children?
103 · Nov 2023
Evolution
BTW Nov 2023
Evolution
21 Nov 2023

Nature takes it time,
Bringing change define.
Around our love and place,
Patience sets the race.

We grow unseen at first,
Writing our own rules.
Outcomes finely burst,
Worn out broken tools.

Put aside the pain.
Our path is always plain.
Storm with fertile rain,
Blossoms truth again.

When each challenge rears,
Together we are one.
Accepting without fear.
Our love has just begun.
103 · Jul 2021
Can it be
BTW Jul 2021
Can It Be
18 July 2021

Now I know impossible possible.
Space and time crossable.
Love transcends reality.
What cannot, should not, could not be,
Has come from you to me
You are that infinity.
103 · Feb 2024
bother
BTW Feb 2024
12 February 2024

When you can’t get 1 foot in front of the other,
No one really feels like your brother,
no point hiding under the covers,
Life is never that kind of bother.

Wake up my friend and live it well,
We did all in every spell,
Long way down to the bottom of the wall,
Still time, give it hell.
102 · Sep 2021
Lessons Learned
BTW Sep 2021
11 September 2021

THOSE you loved would hurt you.
THOUGH you loved them, not forgive them.

THAT you would hurt one you loved.
THEY would not forgive you.

THOSE you loved,  loved you.
THAT you did not know everyone who loved you.

THAT when you thought you didn't have enough strength, you could do more.
THOSE who loved you, found a way to care for you.

THOUGH you were not loved enough, you were loved more than you thought.
THAT love you gave, came back doubled.

THAT love caused trouble.
THAT love troubled you.

THOSE you loved would not be here..
THAT you would have so little time.


THERE would be SO little time.
102 · Nov 2023
Wonder
BTW Nov 2023
WONDER
6 October 2022

Today I start to wonder,
How this love will end.
Last love of my life,
Has now twist and bends.
Time wears on the corners,
Of the cards we sent.

Vowing love forever,
Then truly meant.
Passion tired the nights.
Hid away the stars.
Kept the cold frost melting,
On the winow bars.
Ordinary than more the days.

Little left of games we played.
Tomorrow comes too soon.

On the street at dawn,
Love awaits it’s doom.
101 · Sep 2021
Baseball
BTW Sep 2021
Baseball
1 Sept 2021.

From one base to another,
We seek to win.
Like a ball game. Luck and skill,
Decide one above the cover.
Who gets the thrill.
  
Hard as I try to play.
It is still a game, not life.
101 · Aug 2023
Close
BTW Aug 2023
Closing
28 August 2023
August closes long days of summer,
Inviting fall, “bring your rainbow through gated thunder.”.
Bachata rythmn-flash.
Naked noisy nights.

Geese V across fading afternoons.
Horn-echos , sky-crisp southern moon.
Shadows write on scripted alto flights.

Our garden leaf, months golden blossom.
Petals taste orange sweet morning dew.
Rose laden clouds bassoon.
Life and love, soon rise, renewed.
Natural intelligence held eternal, right.
99 · Sep 2023
Love of a child
BTW Sep 2023
Love of a child
Sept 2024

Poetry innocent scratched frosted pane ,
Twist and curl of a candy cane.
Reaching cookies birthday plate,
Mom dress to celebrate.

Photos felt folder pages,
Three candles, birthday cake.
Ice cream, wide eyed face,
Pure white silk and lace.

Balloons post wide and near,
Red, white grandma’s tears.
Mom and Dad always late,
Hugs, kisses outside wait.

Perfumed tower, face soft.
Whispered lovetalk, morning walk.
Hand offered uncertain clasp,
Smiling teacher first year task.

Three years, already passed,
Child’s love, never last.
99 · Nov 2023
Christmas tree
BTW Nov 2023
The Christmas Tree
25 November 2023

He saw a spark of golden color,
Under the trash of unending war.
Seven years old, he was taller,
Than his coat of cloth and tar.

Cold rain turning to hail and snow,
Clung to a leather hat taken.
Frozen remains in a plane unknown,
Debris of battles poorly lost, forsaken.

He had hidden there from the trucks.
Travelling the rutted mud farm road.
Each wore the scars, bent luck,
Assaults by past rifle fire lode.  

Crawling to the piece of brass strip,
Now loosed from the stony gravel.
A small tag was tied with jagged rip.
Scrawled red and green “Merry ….”
98 · Aug 2021
My Bucket List
BTW Aug 2021
My Bucket List (My Renewal)
29 August 2021

Time for review.
I find I can reprioritize as past,
Substitute, renew, those satisfied.
Continuing those most relevant.
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Most of the past, largely complete, not yet finished, ongoing.
Is anything ever truly done?

Continuing.
Making a good living, getting an education.
Raising a family, being true to former commitments.
Promising less, attempting more.
Finding partners, friends in love and trust.

A+
Reducing the burden, I am on others.
Being unconditionally thankful.

AA+
Inspiring myself with the beauty and miracle of life.
Ignoring my pain, forgiving my mistakes.
Accepting changes, losses, and failures of age.
Accepting all others as they struggle to be their own.

AAA+
Becoming the man I admire, my Dad.
Striving for the impossible being possible.








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Getting older can  strip away zeal for living. This is my remewal of myself.
98 · Dec 2021
Restrained
BTW Dec 2021
25 December 2021

Restrained.

When I get there,
Will I remember why I came?
Restrained.
98 · Dec 2021
Tradition
BTW Dec 2021
11 December 2021
Tradition

And so I wander the steadying hand of tradition.

An gray homestead, weary wallpaper and waxed wooden floors, frozen pipes.
Green and yellow enameled table bowled with oatmeal and brown sugar.
Window covered in leafy spirals of frost dripping, heat of wood stove crackle.

A bed warmed overnight by feathered covers and heated stone.
A metal pan in the sink holding my father’s soap, brush, and brass razor, awaiting a hot kettle.
Snow in my rubber boots, waxed paper sock lined, crunching as we struggle to class.
Charcoal ash marking paths through snowbanks, ice puddles on the road, horse track.
Milk standing at attention, saluting the rising sun of winter’s doorstep.
Hockey sticks and skates resting in the back porch, worn and ready.

Tomato soup with a pat of yellow butter, salted ******* crumbles.
Burnt bread crust trying to hold onto marmalade from the ice box.
Tea leaves in my cup predicting the upcoming fortune of the day.
A naughty calendar pinned to the garage wall, Dad over oily steamed mechanics.
Call of my best friend to dice, a color squared cardboard game, and an afternoon of challenge.
Hands of the girl next door brushing her unkempt, unruly hair in her front window.
Galvanized tub of warm water for the weekly Saturday bath.

A fir tree with the promise of sweets and a gift, sparkling at midnight, filling home with pine scent, holding lit candles.
Toy filled sock on the bed, half a cookie, and an empty milk glass on the bedside stool, Christmas morning.
The first phone call from family that morning, bacon and eggs, extra time lying in bed.
Butter tarts, turkey in the oven.

Tradition, tradition, where are am I now?
98 · Aug 2022
Trust
BTW Aug 2022
Trust
25 August 2022

Blood red on edge,
They pledge,
Blood thick edge,
Home hunger stolen.

Truck gray rolling,
Soldiered stripe,
Green to rust pipe.

Held memory lost,
Promise morn frost.
97 · Aug 2021
Dying
BTW Aug 2021
Dying
18 August 2021.

In his father’s eyes,
He saw the future dying.
In her mother’s heart,
She saw the beaten.
96 · Jun 2021
Challenge
BTW Jun 2021
Challenge
12 June 2021.

Days when walls too tall,
Times when you hear the call,
Challenge to live is overall,
One alone can’t do it all.

Resource thin. you want to win,
Noise, confusion, lose the din,
Time for all to step right in,
Calm the seas, tame the wind.

Some man the sails, others hale,
Gather pails, patch the wails.
When together challenge spins,
Only joined, will you win.

Trust and love weapons need,
Set aside fears and greed.
Build that team, face the truths.
Together you will never lose.

If any treasure left behind,
Is seen solely yours,
No one is at the oars.
Read the board, check the score.

This is the game of life,
Courage wise giant size,
Win as one, share the prize.
Team together old and new,
More to life, than bad weather.
96 · Sep 2021
Bittersweet
BTW Sep 2021
Bittersweet
13 September 2021

Awake from a dream, aching.
Deep memories lingering.
Nugget of sweet bitter, mouth fingered.
Sweetest flavour.
Impossible savour.
Passion spokes, pierce, broken.
Young, too ready, token.
Precious moment’s perfection,
Painful reflection.
How do I speak phantom glass?
How do I leave your past?
Old photo back wall, kissed again!
Kissed again!!
Wish I had kept it all.
Wish I could let it fall.
96 · Mar 2021
Insanity
BTW Mar 2021
Insanity
24 March 2021

A world of insanity reins,
For some, no constraint.
Thriving the Crazies,
Live in the hazies.
96 · Apr 2022
Sweet Tea.
BTW Apr 2022
Sweet Tea.
29 January 2022

Sweet tea,  fill my awakening.
Silk leaf, hold each wonder high.

Stir silver spoon, glisten emerald blue,
Daylight come, Sleep fade-into shadows.

Dreams, prepare a gift for today.
Heated  kettle, soften each bud, lusting release.

Savour this moment,  my heaven.
Sweet tea of morning in my bed.
BTW Dec 2022
Perfect Days, Amazing Nights.
14 December 2022

Perfect days, you are my life.
Special ways you are, my wife.
Celebrating dear, your loving  kindness.
Living clear, no gloved blindness.
Times you hold me, when I feel sad,.
You remind me,  heaven had.

Each tender night, you stand by my bed.
Slender light, little needs said.
That look, emerald eyes,
Perfect nights, my wise.
Let me sing your deserved praise.
Perfect nights, amazing days.

Perfect night,  Amazing day. You are here.
96 · Sep 2021
Today
BTW Sep 2021
Today’s Life
16 September 2021

Today filled pictures, coloured ads,
Table talks take place, on pads.
Family now lives in ether.
Two thumb account of love and weather.

Values change from what you do,
Contribution to needs of others.
Rather follow purchase covered.
Moment to moment for yet another.

Private talks wired everywhere,
No quiet chat by grandpa’s chair.
Patriarchs have lost their joss,
Good old days torn and tossed.

Basics now the fastest car,
Golfing course and making par.
Fishing rods high on hooks.
Computer shelves all the books.

Like the highway bypassing town,
Personal touch on vacant ground.
An old man stands on heaven’s door.
Who can know what will his score.
95 · Jul 2021
Doors of Heaven
BTW Jul 2021
Sometimes (Doors of Heaven)
2 July 2021

Days when poetry escapes, no longer here,
Days when closed drapes, warm beer,
Clouds rain, future feared,
Strength comes from you, your love lingers.
Words ring true, tips of your fingers,
Doors of heaven, open again.
95 · Aug 2021
Drifting
BTW Aug 2021
Drifting
6 July 2021

In the peace of moon dust and starlight drifting,
Untethered from time and place,
I find the love and peace I take from you.
Blessed by living in your truth.
95 · Feb 2021
Wishes Lost
BTW Feb 2021
Wishes Lost
20 February 2021.

Time the greatest mystery.
Riddle history lost.
Why so quickly past?
Times of trouble noted.
Pain, suffering promoted.
Now wishes unfulfilled,
I bade the time to ****.
History be what I will.
95 · Apr 2022
Night Sky
BTW Apr 2022
27 April 2022

My night sky anchors me.
Infinity of stars , song of crickets.
Frogs crying in next yard pool

Surrounding me in gentled darkness,  
Promising light of the next day.
Orion showing the righteous way,
Moon glow.

Scented taste of newly mown
A gown of dewed web shimmering passes,
Awaiting realty of our primal existemce.

Another sound, deep and unwavering.
An owl blurring unnoticed,
A human’s cough and shuffle.
I’m grounded in my insignificance.

Whence comes comfort and stirring?
My belonging celebrates itself.
BTW Jul 2021
Bad night’s sleep poem
30 July 2021

Night fine, sleeping pill wine.
Night ongoing, glowing.
Night done, muddy caff numb.
Don’t worry, driving hurry.
Rhyme, be there in time.
Sign I need head, feet to align.
BTW Feb 2022
Toilet Seat
23 Feb 2022

Broken-day, torii brick shard, lying grey furred furrow.
Dust scarlet covered berm, breaking morn of plain plaid kids, unearned plastic, horror films.
Bones were home, no  longer borrowed.. They never lived.

White marbled Torso held court in  dark brown sack, dreaming bloodied, past ivory beige scars.
Soil green-lined paper reel, only new light, burning orange in midnight star wars.
Seal pink toilet seat stays, winds farrow, foul blast exaggerated by cracked silvered mirror candle, weeping.
Broken azul sky, cloud black bar. A red bacardi label, torn, 3 rusted cars..

Ash, twisted ***** sculpted tan oak, on a blue T shirt.
Somehow resting, orange flat steeple *****.
Reminds past heroes were longer, discarded, purple neutered..

A nose and an ear. Vulvae. A smashed CFM TV.

Somehow these pieces form the picture of tall thunder.
Holding me here.
Chaos grows on my living room floor, wait!
I  lower the toilet seat, crying over a dead cow, last night's beer.


Today I will hold my own.
Reflections on a crazy broken world including the Ukraine.
94 · Jun 2022
Lost
BTW Jun 2022
When you are lost
4 June 2022

When you are lost,
Far from home,
No one there you’ve ever
known,
Nothing left to call your own,  
Angel comes to fill your horn

Years have gone since things were right,
Days filled,  fear, nightmare frights.  
All your life  played it tight,
Shared your dreams, lost your might.  

Hungered wolves now pound your door,
Meat and bones their meaner score.
Old and worn, you ‘ope the door,
Give them what they’ve waited for.

Comfort smile on your chin,
Hold that paper wrinkled thin,
Your name scribbled ink and pen,
Never will, be writ agin.

Lessons left in poem and rhyme,
Lost with you in never time.
Partner came from nowhere known,
“You’re not lost, you’re going home”.  

“Peace you sought,  never found,
In past years, local town,
Stark  and bare, sing love and grace,
Leave your goods, find your place”.  

“Other dress up in your clothes,
Play your music, hold your pose.
Now they’ll wander, on their own.
Wonder how, you stood alone.”

“Your strength came not wealth and gold,
Not from simply growing old.
Gifts from others, wise and free,
Lift you up, for truth to see.”
94 · Feb 2021
YHOS
BTW Feb 2021
YHOS
12 February 2021
This morning at 4 A.M. I thought of you and simply saying “hello XXXX”, remembering you are also an early riser.

Yet I knew I needed a word for a person I loved, respected, and admired,  a word that also emcompassed someone,  words that respected a young heart in an individual coping with our challenging times, age, tradition and cultures. So much uncertainty, yet these individuals hold strong. These individuals are exemplars of respect, stability and strength in their actions and yet, quiet lives. They have seen it all and are grateful. There are more than are often noted.

I was unable. It is the distinction of vitality and life experience for which I search. “hello Friend” does not seem adequate. I had accepted “young heart”, but also needed ageless. There are amazing young people with old souls. “Young hearts, old souls”, is now my choice. I suspect somewhere there is a single word. I am looking.

So, this morning “Hello young heart, old soul, XXXXX”. Just wanted to wish you a happy and safe day. Next time, “YHOS”. Sorry this is a little late.
93 · Oct 2023
The Storm in My Dreams
BTW Oct 2023
The Storm in My Dreams
20 October 2023

Like a mad storm,  shards of glass, hail on ebony rust,
The whites of my eyes, people, portrait busts on busses,
Filled with those left behind, but no where,
Shredding tired stares. Wait, another room, stairs.

Traffic fills with the noise that chaos brings.
Illusion of love,  a devil sings.
Dark red clouds, maroon skies, fushia trees,
******* stumbling, falling on leaves. Frees.

No power, stop the rain, still the winds, stirring sawdust,
On the butchers’ floor, stick my heels, mussing..
Old friends invites a celebration that exists.
Empty those that I sadly miss.
Thoughts dance, twist.

I wake, zen mind, leaving the detris in my last sleep.
93 · Feb 2021
Ease me into the daylight
BTW Feb 2021
Ease me into the daylight
11 February 2021

When February comes, it comes at war.

Days strive lighter, nights grow colder. Each at challenge paces  - ready already to fire -February pawns and Kings! The other pieces have fallen.

My extra blanket seems poor armor, as do the now naked trees, my quivering knees, world of snow and ice - what options, where is certainty?

I need to hold on. Some are laughing, but I am not. Who holds the die? Media? AI?

Anticipation is not today; it is not yet come. Even the earth needs to tilt again to a kinder place, and the anticipation makes me dizzy. Yet spinning the circus wheel threatens only but another toss into chaos and confusion today.

The Rook, the Bishop, Queen are off the board. The game is almost played.

Today’s paper renews my view. Boiling and bubbling that stew of staff-dead worlds we ‘*****’ ourselves to avoid. Where is mine? Who holds my manhood?

Factories steaming into the night. Workers walking head low. Asking where is our’s.

Up and down, round and round. Struggle-hungry for a quiet warm home.

Ease me into the daylight. I am trying not to blink.
Tis’ not my favorite, this famous February of 2021.
93 · Aug 2023
Heart Aches
BTW Aug 2023
Heart Aches
21 August 2023

Dreaming, flying, fallen
Aging all alone.
Talking garden’s wallen,
Building empty home.
Awaiting day of sunshine.
Bottle empty wine.
Holding one now dying,
Loving never shown.
93 · Dec 2022
Bad year for heros
BTW Dec 2022
Straw Doll
18 December 2022

Edges tattered, shirt torn,
Worn Gray paper hat, eyes scorn,
Empty cob.

Gray border guard Oh Hoy
Was his favourite man toy.
Popsicle stick stuck.

Shelved right side library chair.
Silver belted bald hair.
Knee patch.

Two twisted legs dangle,
At an impossible angle.
One medal.

Jacket stained city brown,
Wrong side of town.
Scot’s tape.

Dated DEC 2022 orange tab.
Smell of stale food had.
Broken  gun.

Love by one in fun.
Straw doll “hon”.
Dog shook.

Forgotten.
Bad year for heroes
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