A plastic bag without a handle
A pair of straps without a sandal
A briefcase with rusted locks
A pair of old worn out socks
A never used candelabrum
An empty jar of finished gum
A broken door iron cage
A lost book’s tattered page
A piece of cloth insect holed
An old calendar neatly rolled
A fluorescent light long dead
A clay puppet’s broken head
A fountain pen sans its cap
An old atlas dusty map
A bunch of cassette in tin box
Nails and screws unused locks
Cable tape wire and plug
Grandpa’s brolly faded rug

Can’t disown throw them out

Fond attachments without doubt!

there is something
so very wrong
with this marble
when a four year old
gets into
the back seat of a car
and asks

mumma,
who is ISIS?
and why do they want to
stab us?

on a ******
and I don't think
anyone minds-
this is when times are
most friendly-
my throat makes sounds of violins
so the room must listen to me
working the feelings
dreaming of a perfect time
*yesterday has yet to come

I only come back to Hello Poetry to write
when I miss getting emails of people reading the crap I wrote.

It's been awhile.

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I might not.

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But let's face it

Hello Poetry is much better. }








This has not been a
Poem instead it was just
Some stupid rambling.

I apologize
For wasting some of your time
With this rambling mess.

If it is any
Consolation I am just
As bored as you are.

If you are reading
This rambling mess still instead
of moving along

The mountains know my pain
The trees shed their leaves-
Red and orange
Falling as blood

(C) Tiffanie Doro

I was thinking about adding links to audio of the poems that I wrote specifically to be read allowed (Memory Loss, Made Me Dance). If any one thinks they would enjoy that let me know and I will do so!

Adding and subtracting
Can seem easy sometimes
Adding a little bit of ourselves
And subtracting a little bit there
Until we no longer recognize ourselves