Striking out with a tear in your eye |
Striking out with a tear in your eyeI'm not hitting it on the nose,though I am trying.It's like that, sometimes, you can't always nail it,even though you are putting your heart into iteven though you ...
Posted by on Wed, 13 May 2009 11:34:00 GMT |
Request |
RequestAs I age, I, mostly, can eat faster than I can think;somebody please shoot me before I wind up at The Retirement Home slowly dieing of Alzheimer's.The recession trickles down to the outside cat...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 23:23:00 GMT |
The waiting is the hardest part |
EqualityIf I survive;if you survive.We survived.The waiting is the hardest partThis night didn't last long.The cats and dogs are assembled at my feet, as if I have called a meeting.The only reason tha...
Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 03:55:00 GMT |
A not so random act of kindness |
A not so random act of kindnessMy dogs love to have their hair brushed;they look up at me as if brushing their hairis one of the most caring, kind, wonderful.loving things that I could do.Sometimes it...
Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 11:35:00 GMT |
I can hear them singing now |
I can hear them singing nowIt is a sin, when building new houses,to destroy all the trees.Where I live, there are a lot of trees,and, thus, there are a lot of birds:plump robins, bright red cardinals,...
Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 03:06:00 GMT |
But, do you know how to be soft? |
It even comes with an electric outletThe day is done. I spent most of it on my patio, well not "my" patio, but the patio that comes with the apartment that I rent. Nothing is mine, really; stuff just ...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 22:35:00 GMT |
I'm not sure if this strategy would work for awkward women. |
Awkward I don't like the last stanza of the last poem that I wrote,but I don't want to get tied to that poem for too long, right now.Often, it is best to leave awkward poems alone,and come back to the...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 19:17:00 GMT |
I give myself permission |
I give myself permissionI'm not sure on how many morningsI can write about the beauty of the birdsas they sing.I'm not sure on how many morningsI can write about how special it feelsto feed my cats, a...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 06:06:00 GMT |
What can they be thinking? |
What can they be thinking?She used to appear on tvreading the news on one of the biggest channels there is.I saw her last night, and told her that I had not seen her on the tubeshe said, "They do not ...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 03:48:00 GMT |
Fear and Loathing wherever you're at. |
Fear and Loathing wherever you're atIt's five 28 a.m. in Atlanta, Georgia. I'm listening to Jim Morrison sing about an LA woman, and reading Hunter Thompson talk about doing drugs in Las Vegas. I'm sc...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 02:56:00 GMT |
