The Ode to Uncle Joe I sing to you! Uncle had some wisdom You know he had a tid bit of it At least, give him that credit, will ya! He lived his life the way he wanted to, didn’t he? Turn me on, Deadman Stop that! Respect Poor Old Uncle Joe! It’s his Funeral Poor … Continue reading Ode to Uncle Joe
eyes clear running around the playground See them swing See them teeter totter See them on the merry go round Hear them laugh and giggle There are not many of them left They are growing old before their time The laughter and the giggling is silent like the nightds The child went away Blinded by the black … Continue reading Eyes Clear
Something darkly winged flies my way Whooshing right over my head like a dive bomber Flying in a circle above Finkelstein’s roof Crying its song as well as we speak Fanning wings echoing in its flight Fades into the setting sun, wings flapping down and up Moonlit night soaring chimney height Embracing twilight throughout the … Continue reading Darkly Winged
I was Born Thrice, now what do I do? Life seemed so much like an Illusion So, I felt lost in life My heart beating will someday be a forgotten memory Everyone will forget me It’s good when my mistakes are all forgotten But, my good deeds will be, too All I’ve done and all … Continue reading Born Thrice
Subtle messages seem to pop out of nowhere. It doesn't matter what I'm doing. I carry a small yellow sticky pad in my truck, just in case. Inspiration doesn't give any notice or wait for you, and if you don't write it down, it's lost forever. But, I don't usually worry about that, because it will just come back to … Continue reading Where I Get Thoughts To Write About
An Angel Who already had a Name Belonging to her parents That Angel grew through the years Rushing down, down, down the stream of life See, look quick! Blood is thicker than any other blood The Water flowed under the bridge of time Carrying away memory of me An Angel who already had a Name Perched upon a hidden unnamed shoulder A daughter’s … Continue reading Angel of the Water
I always loved “Annabel Lee,” by Edgar Allen Poe. That's kind of what got me motivated at a young age to start writing poetry and short stories. Much later in life I came across reading “Open All Night,” a book of what I see as prose poetry by Charles Bukowski. I especially loved the Poem named, “Dinosauria, we,” published in his book, “The … Continue reading My Favorite Poetry
Meet Duff Chapter 1 Think Pink! It's Monday. Morty was going to blow his head off. When the Lumberjack appeared, he laughed in his face, wildly swinging a double edged AXE. He whispered in his ear. "Pull that Trigger--Shooter! Go ahead--Sweet Cheeks!" He lowered the gun. A casket appeared in the woods. It silently urged … Continue reading Meet Duff
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Walking through crowded Malls bumping into people Muddling through grimacing Looking at the hot sun through my small car window saving a lousy quart of gas Tossing crumpled hamburger papers over my shoulder turning left on Mulberry Drive Scratching my anguished head Longing for Taco Tuesday craving an ice cold beer Looking at that overdue … Continue reading Crowded Malls
