Each of us needs to find that peaceful place in our lives. A place where the outside world doesn't dare penetrate. Somewhere we can recharge our batteries. For me, I love my wife, nature and Autumn in particular ( depending on the situation, not necessarily in that order). I love that time of year when I …
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Real Life Friday – This Blog is not an Autobiography
I’m asked quite often if the stories and poems I write are really all about me. I have to honestly answer, that most of the posts on this site are pure fiction. Although, most of the time, it’s a pretty thin line that separates fiction from reality. I mean, let’s face it, writers by nature …
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Got a Minute?
Got a minute We need to talk I was at the doctor Lump Biopsy Malignant Don’t cry Too early to tell I’m scared Take care of them I love you Goodbye
Happy Mother’s Day Moms
I’ve said this a thousand times and still I can never say it enough. Being a mother is the hardest and most thankless job there is and yet they do it for free. In my mother’s eyes, “the needs of the family would always outweigh the needs of the one.” After all the bills were …
A Beautiful Soul
To my wonderful wife on her birthday (happy 30th dear). A Beautiful Soul Your beauty Does not need to wear a skimpy bikini Or hide behind a painted mask of vanity Your beauty May bulge over the edges of the mold But that is a mold, cold men created blindly Your beauty Does not yield …
Valentine’s Day
To My Valentine It’s not about gazing Into the eyes of a lover But standing side by side Sharing life with one another It’s not about a fancy house A fine cars or golden wedding band But how my heart begins to quake At the slightest touch of your hand It’s about the joy I …
100 Word Sunday – A Night Drive
Driving down country roads. Rocks and rubber singing in harmony. Rows of brown corn flash by and disappear behind us. You tune the radio and the melodies form images in our brains. We’re ready to Drift Away on the Midnight Train to Georgia. Your Killing Me Softly with your closeness. I whisper Give Me a Little Love, you sing …
Second Best
Woman, when it came to loving me You know I was always second best But can you tell me why you had to Always leave my heart in such a mess You kept me hidden in your darkness Placed me on your shelf with all the rest Until you needed a heart to break Then …
Transitions
Ah yes there’s the rub; life’s small transitions A birth to youth, youth to age, age to death Much too quickly my brothers and sisters Have passed through their veil of reality And now join the orchestra of rapture Too quickly I follow their lanterns glow Sing to me a song, my Angels of grief …
Maybe there are some things that can be left unsaid. But, I love you, is not it.
When I was young my parents told me that I would wish I had this time to live again. I have to say that I thought they were a bit senile. Who in their right mind would want to live with no TV, cell phone or Facebook? Who wants to fish in clean water, breathe …
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