Social media
has directly
led to
infidelity
being more
readily
accessible.

It's an
infestation
plague
scourge
recrudescence ,
it's an
epidemic.

The disease
is
worldwide.

Everyone
and
everything
deserves
to feel
loved.

If only
I could
make this
happen,
I
would!

:'(

As death
circles
like a
desert vulture,
a
gentle calm
settles in.



written by me... ..

a poet's
passion
is
never
in need
of an
invitation.

it
is
always
present.

The cancer
is beginning
to hurt.
Breath is
noticeably
shorter.
Fatigue
sets in
much more
quickly.
A cough
that
persists.
An internal chest
and sternum
that itches
and burns.
The right
lung back pain
that
becomes
more sharp
each day.
Oh well,
I guess.
We are all
going to die
some day.
Death,
I fear not.
Death was
conquered
by Jesus.
Death
is Eternal life
that I can't
wait
to 'live'.
Cancer
scares me not.



written by me... ..

We
are all
imperfect.
We
all need
a Savior.
Mine is
my Lord
and Savior
Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ,
God with
skin.

Intense
is this great,
one of
a kind country,
the
United States
of America.

Intense
is the
political
brainwashing
taking place
of those
left of
center.

Intense
and angry
are left wing
folks after the
witch hunt,
Mueller report
duped them
and everything
Russia
Russia
Russia.

Intense
is the
ratings
plummeting
of all
left wing mainstream media propaganda machines like
CNN and
MSNBC.

Intense
is the
Impeachment
talk by
the
Imbeciles
on the left
that have
NO POWER
in the
Senate to
do so.

Intense
is the
feeling
of a possible
clash
between
pink puxxy
hat wearing
baby
murderers
and
2nd Amendment
loving
American Patriots,
Deplorables,
Concrete jungle of New York "rednecks" and "smelly Walmart shoppers"

Intense
I stand
in defense
of my duly elected
President,
by the people,
President Donald J. Trump!

Intense
Antithetical
and
Anticlimactic.



written by me... ..

Go

A bear is chasing me through a meadow
and I’m running as fast as I can but....
he’s gaining on me—it seems
he’s always gaining on me.
I’m running and running but also
thinking I should just
turn around and say,
“Stop it! Stop chasing me. We both
know you aren’t going to catch me.
All you can ever do is chase me.
So,
think about it—why bother?”

The bear does stop,
and he sits on his haunches and thinks,
or seems to think.
And then
the bear says to me,
“I have to chase you, you know that.
Or you should.
And....
sure,
we both know I’ll never catch you.
So, why not give us both a break and
just stop thinking about me?”

But, with that said, he gets back on four feet,
sticks his long pink tongue out, licks down
both sides of his snout.
Then he sighs, looks
behind himself, then at me and says.....
“Okay,
ready when you are.”

your whispers
stir a
still waters
surface.

they sway
the stalks
in fields
of barley.

they're
sure to
change
a face
of grimace.

your whispers
feed my
my largest
sweet tooth
darlin'.

your whispers
are
more quiet
than a
serpent's hiss.

your whispers
spear me
like the
bill of
a marlin.

but enough
of your
whispers
because... ..

i long
for your
kiss.



written by me... ..

I try
to
give a
piece
of me

When I
share
with
you all
my poetry

One day
while standing outside
a
funeral home

Smoking cigarettes
and
as icy
as
Alaska, Nome.

You'll recall
a scribble
of mine
that
reached you

And...

Everyday
after -
looking for
DMF Sr's
scribble
for the day,
eh...one
or two.

But
my page
will be
hushed,
the activity
on it
now dead

At least
enjoy
my book
while
cozied up
in
your bed.

Just know
and
remember -

My pen
will never
dry

Even when
I'm writing
my poetry
from
up high
in the sky.



written by me... ..

She walked
upon
broken glass.

Apologetically
she sighed...
"I will never
walk upon
you
again".



written by me... ..

Her rose
was
my life's
thorn.

Once
appreciated,
insatiable
lust
was born.

Her bouquet
was then
craved
every evening
and morn.

Her rose
with me,
was never
forlorn.


written by me... ..

Sin is sin.
And,
you repent
your sin.

You don't
boast about
your sin
or
march
prideful
in your sin.

You don't
push your sin
in my
children and grandchildren's faces like it's normal when
it's not.

You only do
these things
if you
follow
satan.

So if I
see you
doing
these things?
I will know
and
understand
that you
follow satan.

Left wing
politics
are trying to destroy
this country.

These same
folks
"pridefully"
waving
rainbow flags
have never
waved an
American flag
their
entire lives.

As a
matter of fact.
They scream
to whoever
will listen,
that they
hate this country.

Don't like it?
Move!






written by me... ..

"Summer" is almost an aphrodisiac for most,
or so it seems.

Me?

I find it *****, sweaty and unclean.

You work
outdoors
for 8-12 hours
a day in
80°+ heat
like me.

Women joggers
running by
our job sites
and the men
I work with
all panting
in unison.

Me?
What do I do?

I say,
"what guys,
you think that
women don't
get this
'swamp ***'
too
that you folks
talk about"?

Summer is
*****.
Summer is
no
aphrodisiac
for me.

Keep your
nasty
smelly
sweaty ***
away from me.

Yuck.


written by me... ..

If you are
indeed
in touch
with life
and you need
a smile?

Stop.
Stop for
a moment
and genuinely
watch
a
squirrel run.

I
guarantee
a smile
will
envelop
your face.

All that
it takes is,
genuine
absorption.


written by me... ..

Before I leave for another day's work,
I click on the television.
'Tornado has ripped through a rural area last night in Oklahoma,
five people have been reported dead and countless others missing and injured' .
And then I turn the radio on, on my way into work...
'There were three reported gunned down outside of a restaurant in the quiet village of Eden' .
'Suicide bombers **** twenty outside a market in Iraq and ISIS has claimed responsibility ' .
These reporters, almost stone like talk about these deaths like it's normal,
and well.... I guess it is but why does it have to feel like it's normal?
Would you want anyone to talk about your end of life like it's just another day....
coldly, matter of factly while moving on to the next "news worthy" story?
Listen, it's already June.
I swear that I can still taste the bad fruit cake from Christmas.
And then I wonder....
where have these last 6 months gone so quickly?
I painfully have friend after friend, or so it seems almost weekly arriving at their end of life.
I cruised by 50 years old years ago,
and it seems like yesterday.
One half of a century old....
becoming a relic.
We all have an expiration date,
especially "relics",
I get that!!!
I just don't think it needs to be treated so "normally", sooo...' the sky will be blue tomorrow y'all '.
I certainly can't slow the hands of time, nor do I want to!
Not to mention...
the sands of the hour glass will continue to run'eth .
I understand now that time seems to be in cooperation with NASCAR,
and is now just racing on by.
That's when I think...
unfortunate, untimely ends of life are not normal,
and I just wish that human beings would stop treating them as such.
Most people do make an impact on many closest to them and others.
Just because you are ignorant to their impact does not merit their end of life to be treated and talked about soooo Golem like.
Lest we forget....one day soon will be your very own end of life too.
It's coming around the track at breakneck speed with a series of left hand turns....
and there's no "right way" around it.
Just remember...
"Normal" is never ever normal!!!



written by me... ..

I had a friend once...

It could be argued that she was my best.
The way she dropped all and everything for me,
oh....and that pouty look...
so much more genuine than the rest.

A connection and a bond that came so naturally.
The more we hung out,
friends forever, destined were her and me.

We would marvel at lightning shows or just people passing by.
Our fun was never manufactured,
it was something the word hard never had to try.

Never any pressure, just enjoyment of the fun that we had.
Regrets were zero, we weren't just a fad...
I wish we had more time ....
and for lack of,  I am certainly mad!

But....I had a friend once...yes back in the day...
She can not be replaced....

I was the horse....
and she was my hay...




written by me... ..

Skin and bone is all I am,
if I should happen to disappoint,
just remember, I am doing the best I can.

If I should hurt or bring you pain,
I've done my best to give you me,
I can't stop or prevent the rain.

I'm just that guy,
that guy who loves you for being you,
the man who will always be nothing but true.




written by me... ..

I gaze upon the many,
the many that wear a frigid stare,
eyes that appear so cold and lifeless,
the brain behind them that doesn't care.

Emotionless movement, just going through the motion,
perched on a porch, ain't nothing constructive,
blackened hearts and angry vibes,
the look of a criminal and all that will be destructive.

I feel so unsafe as I lock every door,
aware in Kansas, anymore I am not,
I pray for their souls in hopes they see light,
how they were loved in their life, and hadn't forgot.




written by me... ..

I torture myself
everyday with my mind...
with my thoughts.

Unsure what
to make of what I do
and,
why I feel like
I need to do this
to myself.

But -

I drive home from work,
and I think.....
I just know that -
as I breathe ....
some person,
some animal,
some wonder of God's creation is...
breathing their
last breath.

Somewhere,
someone....
some animal is
being tortured
for no good reason.

The fight for life
at the very moment
I think these thoughts in my mind is taking place.

A last stand -
a barbaric brutal
fight too breathe....

I can't apologize
to my mind
for these thoughts  because...

these thoughts are what make me....me .

Sometimes
I just...

I just wish -
my thoughts would
stop and -
let my mind...
be free.



written by me... ..

He said, summer time is when.
When he would change his way.
Not serious enough at that moment.
Perhaps.
Lip service to those willing to listen.
A game he often in his life has played with himself.
It's not born of lies, but rather procrastination.
He said, those pictures i've been wanting to organize.
He said, that poem i've been wanting to write.
Announcing to himself loudly, come summer time.
Midway through spring,
the cold winter still thawing,
his own bones still frozen.
He notices his health deteriorating, slowly.
A cough that lingers, shortness of breath.
Energy reserves on fumes, he unknowingly but truly knowingly falls gravely ill.
He says once again to himself.
Summer time I will see my doctor.
He says, summer time I will organize those photos.
He says, summer time I will write that poem.
Summer time never comes for him.


written by me... ..

I left behind,
petals of her
favorite rose.

In exquisite variations of
color.

She sees them.

Her face now,
flushed in
hue of rose.

written by me... ..

How's about
once a week,
one writer chooses
A word.

One word
for every
writer here
to expound
upon and
express themselves
over?

Perhaps on a weekend when possibly everyone has a bit more time to write?

Just a thought that
I think,
would be fun?

Feedback appreciated.

Fragile are the moist lips of your lover.

But;

even more fragile, are the words that fall from them.


written by me... ..

I will always be
the song you forever skip
on your playlist,
and I'm not sure why?

If only you played the song
enough number of times,
or
even once...
then the song
might have
stuck in your head.

How sad it is for you;
to not have listened to
an unravelled,
beautiful genuine mystery.

It may have been sweet music
to your ears...
and sounds that made your heart-
skip a beat.

But hey..

-
I guess that some mysteries are better left unknown?

Some music is never meant to be heard by your soul?

Some lips were never meant to be pressed firmly against yours?

I'm the song you prefer to skip perhaps;
'just because'.....
I guess.

Till this day I still taste that very first kiss
Right then and there I knew it was something
to miss
Those two sweet lips as pure as cane sugar
A kiss I knew that I always wanted to fight for

Like the innocence of a butterfly
Those kisses left me wanting and you didn't even have to try
And
the molasses of your voice never left me wondering why?

In the rain I would catch each drop from your upper lip
Thirstily lap them up
and leave nothing for anyone else
....not even one sip.

written by me... ..

I left my
alcohol at
satan's
doorstep.
A doorstep
I never plan
on
stepping up to
again.
Satan can
keep my
*****.
I simply choose
to no longer
lose.



written by me... ..

Oceans
claim to
know me.
But only
the river
I allow
to run along
side of me.
Oceans,
sure they
may be
deep.
But a
raging river
can never
be held
in captivity.



written by me... ..

It rained.
It rained upon the mature tree that lives along the river's edge.
A defiant tree that grows against the wind's best.

It rained.
It rained upon the mature man walking his young prancy pup from garbage can to garbage can.
Empty bags to start,
but at the end,
2 full bags in hand.

It rained.
It rained upon my 94 Sierra pick up truck that faces the fog stricken river.
Rain drops glance methodically off of my windshield and at the moment, my shelter giver.

It rained.
It rained so worms would come from hiding and wiggle along the ground.
Wiggling worms that are snatched up by 6am birds with nary a sound.

It rained.
It rained to replenish this paradise and to quench a thirst that never wanes.
A thirst for plush greens that can be admired from every windowpane.

It rained.
It rained on me as I toil and persevere to provide.
It rained and muddied me, a man that puts his pride aside.

It rained.
It rained again this day.
It rained without apology.

written by me... ..

Trees in bloom
Irish shades of green
Curb - side puddles
Avian nourishment
Feral life line

Claps of thunder
Cracks of lightning
Tulips in Crayola box hues
Blossoms of cherry
Lawnmower engines race

Open windowed cars
Sun bathing convertible'ists
Honks of impatient drivers
Oranged coned pathway
The flagger of traffic

BBQ aroma'd air
Dogs on leashed walks
Splashing screams from backyard pools
Ice cream truck melodies to be heard
Unmistakable smells​ of suntan lotion

Slow it down
This isn't the Daytona 500
Enjoy the sounds of the carnival
Enjoy a full mooned bonfire
And the company it keeps
Soak in everything Spring and Summer
Soon winter's snow will sure to be deep.

written by me... ..

Jesus is
the root
of
all life

We all,
are merely
His
branches.


written by me... ..

Follow me,
in your
naked feet
under
the stars
to our
favorite place.

Follow me,
and
let's wish
upon a star
that tonight
will
never end.

Follow me,
and
let us
sensually
make love
under the
talcum powdered
full moon.

Follow me,
and
let us unleash
the wolf
in us,
and howl
as deeply
intertwined
lovers
at the moon.

Follow me,

follow me
to the place
where we
become one
and
make love,
over and
over again.



written by me... ..

There's a stray cat in the alley
A homeless man with no shoes walking in the rain

Crowded cemetery after cemetery on this well known route I travel

It's now 11:43 PM and I hear no birds
Just the sound of a fan that is blowing on me
And the neighbor pulling into her driveway with her 4 cylinder car
I'm sleepy yet awake
My bare feet are outside of the sheets because they always have to be

It's now 11:47 PM

Still no birds to be heard
Still sleepy yet awake
Crickets become my lullaby in concert with the fan blades

And life goes on
Goodnight



written by me... ..

You've
never tried
my skin on,
have you?

You
haven't.

Then
shhhhh.



written by me... ..

Sugarcoating is for candy,
not for
adults to
use
just when
it's handy.

Stay true
to you,
it's what
you should
and
always
need to do.

Stepping outside of oneself, portraying
an illusion,
only leads
to grief, misunderstanding and
unneeded confusion.

If they
can't like you,
for you,
walk away
head high,
and know
at least that
you are true.

Let the phonies keep amusing themselves,
just watch
with a grin,
and laugh to yourself.

Bozo the clown and even Clarabell,
amusing themselves,
is what they do well.



written by me... ..

*** *** ***.....
so
many folks
hung up
on
one nighters.

I know
it
sounds weird coming from
a guy
but,

having a connection
is
much more satisfying
for
the moment
and for
your soul.

One nighters
are
empty
full of
nothing but
selfish goals.



written by me... ..

My willing absorption
for
every emotion whether
high or low
in
their moments,
is what constitutes
my
poetic
romance.



written by me... ..

Life's death
is
death's life.



written by me... ..

As her
voice of
jealous
raging
cracked;

thus did
my heart.


written by me... ..

Summer sand,
just as hot as the woman before me,
cool my desire with a walk by the sea.

Waves caress and ****** the beach,
your body aches, within my arms reach.

My body quivers and trembles from your touch,
this moment with you,
it means oh so much.

A gentle nibble of your honey soaked lips,
the next wave in unison is now both our hips.

A blanket of cotton embedded under our nails,
our love on the sand as the night hears our wails.

Some passers by thought a storm was a brewing,
it was just you and I and the love we were doing.

Your eyes,
they say hold me now and forever
and
never let you go, this night will always keep us together....
forever.




written by me... ..

Drink the air.
In God's landscape there is wonder everywhere.
Soak in the sun.
Be that glowing smile for everyone.
Listen to the birds sing.
Marvel at their flight upon Angel's wings.
Feel the sand between your toes.
Watch the tide from the beach continue to grow.
Taste each and every BBQ in the air.
Yes indeed y'all, it sure looks like Summer is here.




written by me... ..

I know that some of you misunderstand me -

Judge me -

Hate me .

And frown faced -

I have to be okay with that .

I can't make everyone love me -

Because ; this IS life -

It's the way that it's going to have to be.

Just know -

I don't hate thee -

Even if you continually have parades of bashing me.

I have no thirst to tarnish or hurt anyone deliberately -

Rather -

I'd love to be everyone's skeleton key.

But -

That's impossible - and I know that realistically -

I feel the weight of heavy chains daily -

Just -

One day I hope to unlock them and be free -

One day, I hope that skeleton key frees me, unselfishly.

Allowing me to once again be free.

But, go ahead, judge and hate me if it allows you, yourself to frolic freely -

I'll get over it -

I've never been about the shades of grey fulfilling me !



written by me... ..

I notice each road **** as I pass -
My anxiety peaks -
Sadness overwhelms me -
I'll admit - sometimes, even my eyes do leak.

These poor innocent creations of God -
No match for man's menacing machines -
For them - a trip across the road is life and death -
Sadly, there is no in-between without wings.

Like you and I, they have and had families too -
But.... ignorance and cold hearts don't care -
They just keep running them over as if they were nothing -
I'll admit - on my mental health this wears.

I'll admit -
Like humans, the waters surface never tells​ me its depth -
I'll admit -
I will adore all of God's creations until my last breath -
Even on Route #62 my heart weeps for their death.

Not only does the highway not care -
But ....
Nor does the percentage of humans that drive on there -
It's something I will never get -
I admit....



written by me... ..

I do have a bucket list.
I also have a f%^k it list.

Neither list is very long you see,
about the length of your average song.

My bucket has never been filled with greed,
the homeless, the hungry i'd love to feed.

Love to get caught between the moon and New York city,
lay naked under the stars and yet come across witty.

Be a bartender in the tropics while making magaritas,
turn to Margarita, I hope you enjoy your drink senorita.




written by me... ..

So obscure , most figures...
face of a lion...
nerve of a lamb.

The den lives a flock...
it echoes with fear...
the fleece warms the king.



written by me... ..

What is
on
one's mind
when they
know that
they
are dying?

That
blank stare
is not
so blank.


One will
never know
until
they
themselves
are dying.




written by me... ..

She longed
to
make love
in the
greenest of grass
on the
'summer'ist'
of
summer's days.
So I
gently
laid her down
and she exclaims;

"Please;
Please with me
have
your way"

Love,
she made;
until her thighs
showed
a hue
of grey....


written by me... ..

As I
tasted
and swallowed
the
unforgettable
moonlight
on your
lips.
The only
thing
that was
going to
cool us
down this night
was a
good
ol' fashion
rain storm
at 4am' ish.


And then
quite easily I...

I,

overdosed
on your kiss
and the
movement
of
your hips.

I would
love if,
you somehow
'happened'
again.

And...

You wowed me
once again
with your
gumdrop nips
and the
dynamite
that you
call lips.


written by me... ..

Shackled
and chained
are
jealous hearts.

Their false
sense of
freedom
is their
attacks
that are
guided
by their
low
self esteem.

Miserable,
they loathe
the life
they lead
and have
since the
start.

These prisoners
live in a
delusional
dream....

meme after
bad meme.




written by me... ..