#posted
I posted a sign at the door,
Hand carved and lettered.
It's addressed to you,
"Keep out, you're not welcome here no more."
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 3:58 PM UTC
I wrote my play in portions
and posted them in draft..
I’m only 62
a little over half…
The best part of life is living
Each moment fades into now
I will write forever after
I will return upon the clouds
I went searching for a meaning
Then my Poet took the stage
Now I’m staring in my encore
The best part of my play!
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 9:05 AM UTC
Lights,
Not far away,
Just beside dark they sway,
May be some are dazzled by them,
And some are just fighting their demons with contemn!
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 6:06 AM UTC
Her true eyes were hidden by those specs,
The blue haze she was trying to escape,
He came and sat by her side, a touch like the fire was blazing,
She gasped each time those blues were staring,
Her hair was like autumn fall, she seems to emanate air of serenity.
Making him insane by the smell of her sweetness, he fell in love with her helplessly,
Made her believe in happily ever after,
by showing her the glimpse of laughter,
From sitting together to walking along,
They enjoyed this lovely journey lifelong,
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 5:54 AM UTC
your best stuff will never be posted here
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***goose, you crack me up,
your bests stuffs can never be posted,
the tender stroke away of a child’s tear,
the welcoming of a smile delightfully unexpected,
a first grade art project so successful
it is mounted forever on a
front door Hall of Fame
a good cry all your own,
in private sobbing,
mouth mourning the absence of
a kiss on the back of your neck
shivers with surprising waves of pleasure,
that announces you are more than noticed
if you can post these stuffs,
call me asap,
because that’s the sight
I wanna see & be,
when only the best stuff you got given,
given got,
becomes real***
10:03am
4/11/19
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
The Devil pursued until his interest failed
He changed his course straight back to hell
Yet I felt to follow through gates and doors
Caught and married his favorite *****
The beard that hid my bitter face
I took a razor and I did erase
No more hiding from what I can be
How could I embrace such misery...
Darkness plagues the shadows of mind
Light gets broken in the Devil's design
But we are not pawns without a choice
These are my hands and this is my voice...
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
The time in my youth that taught me about true peace
Was fishing with my Papa on the coast of the East
We'd get up in the morning before sunrise
Papa would wake me with sparkle in his eyes
I'd jump down from the bunk bed
When my feet hit the floor Smells of
Grandma's hickory bacon would rush to my head
She would wrap the bacon up in a biscuit and pack it to go
I'd grab the bag of bread crumbs we'd been saving
for the seagulls, to strew
We'd pile it all in the SUV
The poles clasped firm on the front bumper
Papa's clever bumper holder made of PVC
I can smell the salt air so clear
Papa and Grandma are always with me
Ahh, that is true tranquility!!!
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC