NaPoWriMo
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At least once each year I write a love letter to my angel Lynn. This poem is for the best and most perfect angel I could ever wish for. On Love Oh Lynn my love, my life is blessed, Because you’ve made it so. You don’t believe and that’s okay, That’s why I let you…
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At this point, I’ve been awake since zero-dark-thirty on Monday. Based on my last post, that means that this one also technically counts as Day 6. Then again, maybe I’m just a little sleep deprived and punchy. Either way…. here goes nuthin’. On Insomnia I wish that I could sleep each night, Like normal people…
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I know it’s 03:30 on the 7th, but I haven’t been to bed yet so I’m going to count this one for the 6th. On The High Price Of Doing Business My wife beside me fast asleep, And no one else at home. Then who is walking in my hall, So late at night…
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For the record I do have heart disease, diabetes and a few other health issues. I’ve bought and paid cash money for every one. Winston made poor choices. Don’t be a Winston. On Mortality. A pain, such pain deep in my chest, I wait for it to pass. My every breath is careful now, As…
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Earlier I was watching TED/Ed as one does when they are at work. And I came across this talk by Xiye Bastida ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBeU6UZyPjY&feature=emb_title ). It inspired today’s offering. On Xiye Bastida I just believe she said to me, as hope shone from her eyes. I know you don’t, and that’s okay, my dream fits…
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It’s a little rambling and definitely a little dark, but I chalk it all up to being exposed to Lovecraft, Howard, Derleth and their ilk at an impressionable age. Whatever may be the explanation…. Enjoy! On Hubris I’d not believe had I not seen, The thing with my own eyes. Collapsed, my knees gone…
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I’d just like to say Happy Birthday to my friend Jen. Oh, and thank you for providing today’s idea 🙂 On Aging Your age is just a number folks, Or so they like to say. But now and then there is a sign, Those years are here to stay. They say we shrink as…
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Ahhhh…. Spring is in the air! That means two things. It’s time to pick up the dog poop in the back yard, and it’s time to bruise my brain creating 30 days worth of something that I persist in calling poetry. I’ll let you know at the end of the month which one was more…
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Today is the last of April and so the last day of NaPoWriMo. It’s true, I haven’t made any effort to follow the writing prompts, but I have written 30 poems this month. In that spirit, I feel entitled to a little celebration. To everyone who made it this far, Congratulations! To everyone who participated,…
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Any time I’m at a loss for inspiration, I can always rely on my muse. My angel Lynn… I love you! A BLESSING ON YOU ALL I look up at the night and see, The stars twink’ling above. I look beside, and there she is, The woman that I love. Which is the greater wonder…
Brain Bits To Go 