Long Nobody at home Poems

brownian
    here I go~
       haiku number one

round and round
my thoughts and the fan...
full of air

plane up in air
can hear it-
touch the sky, why can't I?

dot to...

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' Sir have mercy on me, 
please give me a piece of bread, 
a glass of water, 
I am starving to death, 
since the typhoon obliterated our city, 
we have eaten nothing, 
my father survived...

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" Sir have mercy on me,
please give me a piece of bread,
a glass of water,
I am starving to death,
since the typhoon obliterated our city,
we have eaten nothing,
my father survived the storm surge but died in...

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Can’t remember what you look like or even the way you smell

I’ve gazed upon many who fit the description but are any of them you, who’s to 
tell?

I’ve told myself I’m over it time and...

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Tom Sharing Aphorisms
(old adages)
Composed: by Miracle Man
11-9-2019

I’ve been told, when younger,
”I could start a fight in an empty House.”
Because often “I would cloud up and rain knuckles,”
and later “was a sight for sore eyes”
Sometimes “I...

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When the nights turn cold and there's nobody at home,
I want to be that person on the phone.
When nothing seems right,
and the road ahead appears less than bright,
I want to be that person who holds...

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Sometimes I catch myself defending you in my head, thinking “We were only kids…”

And then I sobered up and kick started myself into a foreseen realization.

You were 12.

I was 6.

You had no right.

Sex?

I wasn’t sure...

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Stopped for lunch on our way home from Philly.
All visited restrooms and didn’t dilly.
After consuming our lunch, 
in preparation for a long drive,
He, again, dashed to the restroom getting ready to ride.

Emerging from the toilet...

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Sunday after Evensong
We would go for a sherry
Now don't get me wrong
It was just a sherry, nothing more
I'd look at her face
She would look at the floor
We'd talk of the sermon
By old reverand Jones
We'd have...

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Nobody cared.
You could tell from the cracked and broken windows.
You could tell from the maggots and moths in the kitchen cabinets.
You could tell from the nails scattered across the dirt-caked floor, waiting patiently to be...

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So many shades of gold and green
Food for thought and the snap of pretence 
Rolling in a constant so perfect it's unnatural
A creation in a basement would picture more real 
So pure my bags are...

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this is how I am blazing
life goes through fazes
everyone around purple hazing
customers around me grazing
hoping that I am slanging
reality is amazing
so many could be craving
my life ever changing

where I lay my head is my home
internally...

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Taking a head stand in a stand-off position 
          coarse necklace of boulders draped around her neck

Well balanced through bronze ankle shackles
    ...

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I carry around a Phillips head
To tighten up any loose screws
An empty bag I keep in my hand
To collect all the marbles I lose

The elevator that I am riding in
Doesn't stop at all the floors
Happy...

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Afraid alone, no comfort to hold
Empty she tries to hide her life deep inside
No solace to seek, No friend to find
One life, one mother who’s bitter and cold

One faithful day a friend appears
Finds a comfort...

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One weekend I decided to do some camping
Along with good friends
and go horseback riding.
Cooking away on the open pit
not my thing, I must admit.
So I decided to have a ride
In the middle of the night
Upon...

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the lights are on but nobody is home,
the confused elderly mumble and roam,
at the nursing desk they stand,
their minds in another land,
no shoes, no clothes, the hair could use a comb.


_____________________
May 4, 2015


Poetry/Limerick/we nurses...

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Intrigued, yet infinitely cautious
was she The One?
I had been hurt before
  thinking with my heart
  loving with my head

It seemed I'd been down this road before
love's bright hope being held out like a...

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