Standing in my way All the Bundy’s in a row Blasting a sheep horn. #NationalHaikuPoetryDay Other Writings You May Like Sheep May Safely Graze – Part Three What We Have Here is a Failure to Communicate Scribble April 12, 2017 A Worthy Foe
A dead pop star on a doubledecker bus His ghostly image promises a real experience Circus performers moon dance through Pepsi fire So real you can touch his face Like Madame Tussauds’ doll of wax. Other Writings You May Like March 31, 2017 Scribble Twilight Settled Around the Texas Spoon Close Enough to Touch Postmeridian Cynosure Reflected in Morning Light
Sequoia Strawberries in the flower bed mulch Lined up like bare root roses Patted safe in the warm soil Watered and blessed; a hopeful refrain. Spring lasts a few days before summer rays Bear down on the garden beds Warming the soil to dry dust A delicate balance to keep them moist. The morning frost reminds spring follows winter Breezes blow as March enters like a lion Or they sneak in like a lamb. Either way,…
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Taking the mother road east Seemed like a rewind trip Into the dreams of west bound Men and ladies who left Chi Town for Santa Monica; they Sought the sunny shore to rest. Sunset at our back door down Somewhere in Arizona The passenger trains replaced By cargo trailers never to stop At wide clips of towns built only For fuel or Indian trinkets. In the distance a tee pee Settled between branches of Mesquite or salt cedar…
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My mother’s family was from Ireland. Although I think she would have a cringed a bit at these limericks. Isn’t a Limerick supposed to be bad? Limericks For My Girl From Texas There once was a girl from Texas Who often spoke fondly of her exes, Tall ones and short ones Cowboys and oil barons Too bad they can’t all buy her a Lexus. ## Mule Days I spied an old mule in a…
A Valentine’s poem about broken relationships and finding love again.
Deadline horror Original thinker Metaphor drifter Word shaper Keyboard charmer Alphabet wrangler Paragraph plodder Plot maker Scene creator Tension builder Page burner On the path to becoming an author. Other Writings You May Like A Day of Rest Use a Facebook Author Page to Create a Strong Book Launch Kenning’s Vitamins The Document is Incomplete
