He spoke after hearing them
He had been sitting on the
Patio he would have guessed
Midway through the conversation
He to his phone out to record the
conversing women.
Ten minutes of recording he stopped
and lefted. He went to the shed he had
converted into a room He sat at the
Desked and caught the first year from
Falling from his eye. He picked up his
Pencil and began to write.
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A man got no business
Being unloved
Excepcally with a guy
Like me
Guess I am readying to
be by myself
Tryna not let this get
the best of me
If our love is strong enough
Maybe we'll be alright
I hope to God we aren't through
If I've just wasting time
I need to know what I'm going through
Bad Advice for me might
The right advice for her
Wish I knew what she's gonna do
Wasted time if what I heard is true
something big and black flew overhead
we both looked up, the dog and I
wings unlike a butterfly
it flew back up into the sky
a wasp? a wisp? a tiny bat?
I’ll never know, but it was thin
a black dragon fly, a dragon cat?
something with a touch of red.
An anvil hangs above my head
Life trudges on in silent dread
Watching waiting for the drop
Another day it doesn’t stop
In restless flux I float unknowing
Another dawn the coffee’s flowing
Aroma thick thoughts start to stall
Waking slowly but no rest at all
An anvil swings with quiet might
Still no relief no end in sight
Same routine a looping thread
Each thought heavy in my head
Coffee brews the mind delays
Trapped inside a familiar haze
Is this just a bad day’s theme
A nightmare stretched from a dream
Or is it simply will reprised
Endurance cloaked in thin disguise
"If I were meant to soar up there with you,"
said the creepy caterpillar to the colourful butterfly,
fluttering by overhead,
"and not stay crawling earthbound here instead,
I would have been born with wings,
and it will be over my body when dead,
akin to a murder of crows,
before you'll get me up
in one of those
funny-looking flying things."
wings spread soaring high
fluttering of blue and white
confident and calm
at times i wonder
if i'm a meaningless fool stranded
in someone’s tiresome charade
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
dark clouds overhead
how the humble flowers bend
to the falling rain
I want to get my feet wet
I want to bury my hands for years
I never meant to see beyond
I am bound to travel back to the unknown
I want to leave here, never to return
Hang on, I never meant to get this deep
Headlong into the cloud burst overhead
I want to watch the rain form over my skyline.
See the droplets travel down the glass for years
Hang on! There is no way of escaping it
Into the clouds overhead, feel my soul burst.
I want to get my feet wet,
feeling it…
I want to bury my hands for years,
digging the earth.
I never meant to see beyond,
my years…
I am bound to travel back,
not knowing it…
I want to leave here,
never to return.
Into a cloud burst overhead…
I want to get my face wet
I want to bury my feet in the sand!
I never meant to see beyond, my years!
I am bound to travel into the unknown
Leaving this reality…
in a cloud burst overhead!
Ode to Thomas D.
All that we had encountered
Of God, Fear kowtowed to.
Yet this, for sinner's relief
This, piteous, soaked through
Are we, here and now, told is
That face,the very same
Behind all that skied displeasure;
A vengefulness to name!
Overhead
As the low sky cleared
the lost ducks took to the air
looking for the clouds
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
I used to write love poems..
Until my heart became invaded by the night
I used to love to find a home,
Until shadows filled the light
I used to be a golden boy
But now I hate the colors greedy sight
So many things in me that have become faded
And now it's the end of days inside of me that I fight
The sun will no longer give it's light,
And the trees will holler songs of strife
As the world burns and turns
Like a roasted marshmellow on a stick..
Bitter sweet to the teeth with a sticky plight.
This is the end in sight
Losing hope
As a dark ressurection becomes nigh
I drown and flush my worries and sorrows inside my head
Turning up the volume on my playlist that numbs me
While I lay restless in bed
But it keeps ringing just like a old saying that said
Never allowing me to let my guard down
And echoing hot inside my head
dark angels
prey
where no prayers are left
***
thunderhead clouds threatening monsoon rains
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The storm ovehead
A storm is brewing in the dark of the night
You can see the flashes in the distance of the light so bright
In the very distance of the night lighting up the sky
Sometimes It will be here very fast and other times by and by
With the lighting zig zagging through the cloudy countryside
We sit and count till the thunder comes to where we abide
Just to find how long we have before we have to hide
A sky that’s lit with many shades of blue, black, indigo and white
In it comes with the flow of the tide and up the rivers so tight
And so it goes round and round and often you can feel it hide
Reappearing just when it is time for that ebb tide
At times its far away and others just overhead
Thunder shakes all around and especially the garden shed
A storm is something people can really hate
As it can really frighten them and make them quake
Others will stand and stare in wonder at the frightening glare
And be at total peace with the elements and totally unaware
Of the many dangers that may be had standing there
23-4-16
Look up in the sky and see
A sight that is so pretty
Spectacular and really bold
It's as rare as finding gold
Once in a while it will shine
A beautiful new design
Lighting up the sky so bright
A circular red moon light
That takes viewers breathe away
Disappearing in the day
As we say goodbye until
A new red moon comes up the hill
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