Pine treed mountains
mid winters grip
Frigid blast
blankets all

Victuals scarcity,
wildlife hungers
Wolves scavenge
aimlessly

Eerie silence settles,
storm passed
Quiescent solitude
seemingly abandoned

Vicious temps split
frozen tree bark
Sounds, sudden
percussion

I'm home alone start feeling strange
It's my heart or a trick of my brain
Sweating, shaking, can't catch my breath
Heart pounding, squeezing, is this my death

Got up to walk and fell right down
A dizzy blackout, I came around
Got back to the couch my toes were stiff
Arms hurt and were hard to lift

Could this really be my fate
Dialed 911 before it was too late
Talked to the operator and tried to rest
If panicking to breathe deep is best

She assured me they were on their way
What and ending to a normal day
I hear the wailing drawing nearer
My situation couldn't be clearer

The pros pulled up the nosy neighbors spied
With all the fuss you'd think I died
Checking me over, heart is intact
Suffered a severe panic attack

Their magic bus swept me away
The results, I'll live another day
For panic on several pills
Plenty of pharmaceutical refills

overgrown pond hides
ferns swaying refreshing breeze
young boys jump off dock

To love another human
As much as you love your life
Not an acquaintance, husband, kid, co-worker or wife
Your friend

No matter the length of time
since you've seen them
The feelings are there just
like they always have been

When you laugh, cry, gossip
And you know you do
Your love expressed for
eachother remaining true

When all of your heart and soul
are exposed to just one
A best friend treats this
with gentle protection

No more fulfilling relationship
on earth
It should be full of heartfelt
caring and mirth

Good friendships start, last
but sometimes seem like they end
You open your heart and
reveal yourself to mend

With the ups and downs
of any affair
A truly loving friend
Will always be there

eighty pound baboon
enticing lover to swoon
bough snapping bafoon

I am an alcoholic
i used to smoke and drink
But now my drug of choice
is notebook paper and ink

I can't get enough
it goes right to my head
Keep my pen and pad
right next to my bed

I'm a ****** when
it comes to composition
Used to scratch tickets
another sad addiction

In the distant past
stocked up on bottles of *****
Now it's ink and paper
that I wisely choose

I love to scribble,
compose and formulate
Of my poetry I have
a jealous mate

I write at night
So as not to ignore him
But this is important
it's not jut a whim

When I'm out of paper or ink
I go thru withdrawl
An envelope, a sticky note
most anything to scrawl

Verse, rhyme, sonnet, rondeau
I really love it all
If I'm not careful I'll
Start penning on the wall

Try to write a poem daily
I need to get my fix
Limerick, Haiku it
doesn't matter the mix

It's an addiction
I can take and run
It helps inside
And is lots of fun

There once was a man in Arvada
Who'd come all the way from Nevada
Wanted out of Vegas
Crook came to plague us
To Blackhawk for the whole enchilada

This chap had a thousand in his jeans
Like a cheap skate played nickel machines
He then put five cents in
Pulled bar back with a win
Cashed in, stuffed pockets bulging at seams

This gent was now sky high about life
Didn't care, left nine kids and a wife
Took chair to play Blackjack
Got chips, greased his hair back
The dealer sensed this fellow meant strife

The guy played, won, his streak unmarred
Counting Aces, kings, Queens, Jacks - every card
He raised some suspicion
From the owners position
They'd seen this before and come down hard

They escorted the cad out, such a pity
Got caught again, thought he was witty
So he drove far away
To the New Jersey bay
Was so close to Atlantic City