Husband Self Poems

Due to the extreme measures my 
identity thieves have taken in order 
to extort my American poetry from 

mafia wise guys to corruption to Jamaican...

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Learning to Love Myself

Slowly, very slowly, am I coming to terms with how I look
My double-chinned face, my flabby arms, my stomach.
I think to myself...

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I thought I knew what love was,

What it meant, how it felt, and how to contain it without absorption

But I could’ve never been more wrong

The...

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Believe! Yes, I believe. I believe in God and His son. 
I believe God performs miracles. I believe His miracle blessed Mary with His son,...

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Illness has returned 
I felt it from the fatigue
Ever ongoing and now constant
And  next week the doctors 
They want to see me to talk
I...

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St. Nick took his little blue pill,
then lay there, prepared for a thrill.
He wasn’t aware
his wife wasn’t there.
The chance of  "Ho ho ho" was...

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I would never dye my hair that color I thought
But then I did.
So scratch that one.

I would never raise my kids like that I thought
But...

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I would never dye my hair that color I thought
But then I did.
So scratch that one.

I would never raise my kids like that I thought
But...

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I get up at three or four in the morning
Because I want to play a couple of hours before I leave for work
I love my...

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My days and nights were mixed up in my head.
I was uncomfortable going toward my weird bed.
Day was night and sheep were jumping over my...

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I have never stopped being in touch with childlike me
So there is no end to the happy person I can be.
I dance in delight although...

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If I was gone people would pretend they knew me
They would come to the house and annoy my husband.
He would keep the door locked and...

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I was raised on sarcasm, and criticizing ways
I picked myself apart, and threw myself to the crows daily
It was what we did; it was our...

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As soon as I heard I had a golden ticket
I jumped in my car and quickly seat belt clicked it
I drove to the pharmacy as...

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My first name is a sonnet interwoven through the generations of yesteryear.

Observant eyes see through the shroud of ill-intent. An insatiable hunger only succumbs to...

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