I know ghosts exist... I've heard the stories... but, are all those storytellers lying? I have seen a few translucent 'things', and I know I'm not crazy because, they were 'there' before my eyes... so, I ask you to not doubt yourself. and, if you think you saw something no one would 'believe', (and, don't … Continue reading I know there are ghosts…
slightly off, exactly right.
I know what you're thinking... what's with this guy and those squirrels? he's a bit off. yes, probably. I likely wouldn't be writing poetry if I weren't. it's like this... I watch birds. squirrels. lizards on the wall. sit in the sun. drink my Japanese green tea. pet my kitties. think about things. I have … Continue reading A New Baby Chippie Came Down To Feast
the runner came out of nowhere breaking through the red, white and blue finish line ribbon. no one saw him before. but, he shouted out 'I won, I won, won'! insisting everyone take his word. but, the witnesses and judges saw the evidence removing the winner's crown off his head. he cupped his hands over … Continue reading the runner
like a little teapot ever naught sometimes feeling distraught until, outside my window doves do flock boiling hot I pour me out into my cup it's enough to take the edge off life and make me happy.
older moldy out of controller getting colder time slipped by I'm so wondering why living gets even bolder too fast time goes no matter how slow one ponders never escaping oncoming blue yonder sugar and spice butter knife nylons bandana have you been naughty? better tell Santa open your gifts Santa's forgiving he's nice this … Continue reading naughty
the younger I am the older I got the 'shorter' I write this rusty robot when I was young I thought I was wise you know what I mean 'too big for my size' it wasn't College English that taught how to write when I learned to type (in 9th. grade) straight from the heart … Continue reading the older I get
someone I used to know died... the way I know is through intuition. she contacted me to join her there saying... 'it's really cool here', I asked... 'what is it like'? there was silence. I said I couldn't go because I love my wife.
loser is winner it's steak for dinner winners are losers riding beach cruisers greater sinners bury their scars driving fancy cars like czars of Russia in capitalist disguises.
Until then, go to that forest whereby you can be yourself look to all that's green but, don't turn into an elf when you become a ghostworld graduate, what kind of host shall we be... an evil demon or friendly ghost who's heavenly? a ghostess with the mostess six feet under her tree surrounded by … Continue reading ghostess with the mostess