Considered Friends |
My dog has grown weary
Of playing with lizards
Their moves predictable
Story lines and endings
All the same.
Dropped tails and spiny laughter
Mock his every failed attempt
Puffed red throats now ig...
Posted by Colleen on Thu, 15 May 2008 02:53:00 PST |
a phone call with my creator |
I was up early, couldn't sleep, have too much going on inside my tiny brain... anyways.. I was writing, nothing really, then I remembered that Shakespeare's Monkeys (a poetry site.. check it out)...
Posted by Colleen on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 08:56:00 PST |
Infested |
Infested
Swarms of termites gorgeon the frame of my side doorConcealed in the cracks of rotting wood.The cause of quiet destruction
Revealed only by the greed
Of the ones with wings.Tiny brown beet...
Posted by Colleen on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 02:04:00 PST |
Along the dirt road home |
The cool evening air
Draws the windows up.
The loud music shakes the glass.
Vibrations rattle inside my chest
Shaking loose a celestial scream,
Wedged, trapped too long.
Childlike tears begin ...
Posted by Colleen on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 07:14:00 PST |
Falling short |
Fragile baby boy
Too small for a mother’s touch
Wears his knitted hat
Protected behind the glass.
Feeding through a tube
And a needle in his arm
Beeps shout his distress,
As his mother weeps al...
Posted by Colleen on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 12:58:00 PST |
just thought I would share this!! a painting... |
&...
Posted by Colleen on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 05:13:00 PST |
a path paved by loving hands |
The old Florida Oaks filled with moss
Hang low over the paved path.
Wild ferns grow on each side
Dotted with red holly berries
James ran, eyes wide
to meet my leashed friend
A smile so big...
Posted by Colleen on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 05:04:00 PST |
A poem I found on Shakespeare’s Monkey by La-Shout |
I read this poem over at one of my favorite websites... Shakespeare's Monkeys... and I really just wanted to share it with you ... let me know your thoughts on it!!
The Word on the Water..by La-...
Posted by Colleen on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 01:45:00 PST |
a 2am Valentine |
I could smell your cigarette As it burned late last nightdrifted slowly inawakened my sensesso harsh, brought tears to my eyesyet I was drawn in, wanted morehunted for the scent that charmed meout of ...
Posted by Colleen on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 05:40:00 PST |
there is no title (good enough) |
I'm sorry I am
Nothing more to you; just
Another
Disappointment.
Each and every day my
Quality is lacking&how
Unbearable it must be
And , my dear friend, I can't
Thank you
Enough for pointing it o...
Posted by Colleen on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 09:39:00 PST |
