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Angry bones,
snarled and ropey,
unraveling from the inside-out.
Sharp angles,
puncturing the skin,
skeletal dust motes take flight.
... forgot milk. burning out,
listening all day long,
the words of others, droning.
documenting ...
this, that and the bloody other.
satiated,
filled to overflowing,
... A friend I was camping with brought up the threat Obama made about the debt due in August. He sugested after long conversations about the whole thing ... Still playing with haiku, still the 5-7-5 ones...thanks for reading them...ed Boy! all that's been goin on in my life, and, leavin this morning, sure made me prolific, yesterday. Thanks for all the warm sentiments. Here's one ... This was written on a napkin in a restaurant I was dining at. I had noticed a very old and frail women sitting alone at a table eating. She was entert... Has our government returned home yet? I think they were in Timbuktu when Wall St got ripped off. And how intelligent do you have to be when a father r... There come a time when we all shall see...the setting of our sun Old Post
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven; A time to be born, and a time to die...
Ecc. 3:1,2 A poem about how quickly time moves, if we don't take the time to appreciate God's gifts in our lives. reverse, and neutal, are important gears, at times. A tribute to one of our finest, a lady, I''m proud to call my friend: Tinka Boukes.
Seven years, spent.
Unraveling of my life leaves
me with a pile of yarn.
Supplies, material I have,
but I never learned to knit or sew.
What to ma... Recently we had the pleasure of observing from our place of residence, a Rally, known as the Targa Rally. We didn''t even need to go up to the road to... In a wolf pack there can be only one breeding female and one breeding male. This is a ODE (praise poem) to the mother of the pack. Again, I am fine, just an end of a long day (240 miles) rant... He came and reminded, me of what''s goin on,
and, said he would stay, til I tole him I''d write this poem,and say sumthin bold and stand with him, tou... Sometimes the smallest gestures mean the most.
***************** The whispering breeze pants on the leaves, and dies upon the trees - Pope Everyone had a best friend in high school and Ann was mine. Where one was the other was. We lost touch with each other, but through the miracles of t... The next thing that''s going to happen is women walking on Mars, where there are no trees for a shy man to hide when he needs to pee.
Women have come ... |
