Story. Poems

story of a box

pristine sharp cornered brown box garnishes excitement
we rip him open with anticipation
new merchandise has been delivered!

this box is repurposed for sorting, carrying, hauling, storing
left out in the rain, the box looks sad and sorrowful
we could fold him flat and put him into our dumpster

Or we could burn him up
He has lost his usefulness
difficult to remember

What's your story?

What's your story?
Is it a sop story too
Cause seemingly everyone claims too
And maybe there's not a good story to tell out here

What's your story?
Is it worth even telling at first
Or you believe it needs to be told
That's why you get all grumpy when no one wants to listen 

What's your story?
Why do you think yours

GOD WROTE THIS LOVE STORY

“God Wrote This Love Story”
A Dedication to Ashley & Julius
From keystrokes exchanged on a winter’s day,
To promises whispered, hearts swept away.
December's spark lit love's gentle flame,
Now two souls prepare to share one name.
January brought more than a start,
With Target as the stage, and hope in each heart.
From aisles to forever, their bond began,
Ordained by God's

The Note in Your Shoes

The wedding venue burnt without flame
the moment we stepped in.
You and I, hand in hand, step by step—
we laughed till our facials started aching,
we danced until the floor grew tired.

That was the story of our first day in love.
Twenty five years after marriage~
we now hardly speak,
our children hardly know us.

We rise too early, return too

A Story You'll Surely Adore

      ~ A Story You'll Surely Adore ~ 
              ('Suicide's a Pain')

     As I was about to enter the store
       I was smacked by a malfunctioning door

Our unfinished story?

You were nothing. 
Closing any chapter with you feels like heartbreak, 
The small crinkle that the crack makes, 
That little sigh my heart takes, 
You, oblivious to the stakes.
Hoping you only look this good in my arms. 
Hoping you only miss me when you’re drunk. 
Hoping for you. 
Wishing you understood; you were poetry I

The Cat's Story

I hear every noise and the house stirs
as he lies in bed. His door is shut
but I smell him on everything
he’s touched in the loft.

I listen to the sound of the house
as it breathes.

He allows minutes on his lap
each morning, pats my head
and brushes me away. 

Then he is gone.

O how he forgets he’s mine.

He

An Old Love Story

They are
The pages of an old love story
Earmarked, faded yellow,
Moments underlined
Highlighted in life’s colors

The words are still clear
Feelings vibrant
Hint of mystery
A “chance” meeting
A sly whisper
A stolen kiss
Never returned

The story
A non-fiction homage
To love’s tenacity
A roller coaster ride
Shrieks of laughter
Silent tears

A soft wind riffles the pages
As they walk, slowly
Hand in hand
Quoting their favorite lines
From the pages
Of an

A True Story

One need only open an old chest, or turn on a light in an attic, to journey back in time. Every scrap of clothing, old photograph is a life and a history. Essence remains.
     As I often write at night, while many of a more rational world slept -- pacing, muttering

A Soggy Story

There once was a little boy,
Whose imagination would not rest --
Cursed or blessed?~ was difficult to say.

Some journeys were only fantastic-play:
Sliding down waves, shaking tentacles
With friendly octopi – but there were those, also
Instructive, like the flying fish, who could not fly --

Sort of on the surface, would just lie~ and cry. Try as
He often did;

Morocco Bound

Once upon a time
I set out to write a story
about going to north Africa
arriving in Ceuta
things were all in order
but no sooner on the bus
than detected reported
ejected from escorted to
and deported 'cross the border
it was to be an expensive
soft leather-covered book
and altho' I took
more than one look
I could not find the words
would fill a tome
and

My Story

there was once a boy named dylan and dylan was insecure, then comes along a girl he thinks will be the cure. he showers her with praise, she gives a little back too but little does dylan know she’ll leave him feeling blue. now dylan had been affection deprived and his health declined, he’d try

Happily Ever After

Once upon a time long gone …
The reigning queen let out a yawn,
And stood up from her regal throne
To trample down the hall alone

She ripped the crown from out her hair
And flung it out the window there,
It tumbled down the castle wall …
No knight or king did hear it fall

And off the ground it did

True Story

Walking in the front door with my sisters in tow, the phone on the sideboard in the dining room started ringing incessantly.  Upon answering the phone, a very determent voice accosted my ear with, ‘You are the lucky winner in our draw to receive a Life Coat makeover for your house—‘
‘This is not my

The First Love Story

She held the sky in her hand
to unveil the first morning
blue and trembling
like love before its name.

He tried to catch a glimpse of her,
to unveil a closeness near
soft and golden
like warmth before it learns to appear.

Orchards of fruits obscured the gaze
leaves hung like listening skin
So, desire plucked them
like want before it learns to begin.

Peaches began

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