Category: Poetry

I never knew the father, but I had meant to shake his hand. I’d see him every day as we passed each other, each designated to a disjoined destination but destined to destiny all the same. The news came in hot sirens on a Thursday afternoon. The kid was only eleven, which by today’s standards…

Snapshot of life My 3-year-old daughter and her 62-dollar-cry I carried her to her doctor Because she refused to walk While waiting She wailed and cried So loudly The nurses kept asking me why I said she might have a splinter in her right foot The nurses came One by one And saw only a…

I will sit here and shout Vote Yes for marriage. I have sat at the computer, Emailed my senators, Told Obama too, Vote Yes for marriage. I will gladly yell at people Using the derogatory terms People off-handedly use, Unaware of their razor-sharp edges. I will proudly stand up for everyone Who admits their orientation,…

It is not for me to judge the housekeeping of others. My own house, temporary though it may be, free from clutter, so it shall remain, while my luck holds out, while my hunger lasts. Call me fastidious. I watch as she runs her harried life, to and from, out and in. Is it mere…

photo: marykbaird “Come into my parlor ” said the Spider to the Fly (a cautionary tale? Nah…. just really silly schtuff…) “Come into my parlor, said the Spider to the Fly; the place is very comfy, the ceiling nice and high. Your wings could do with leisure, they look quite beat to me come in…

Photo by Southernfried Mirror, mirror, on the wall (to our politicians) Mirror, mirror on the wall what do you think of us all? As we posture, preen and pose indulging, as the saying goes in endless shifting of the mind what do you think of humankind? What do you think of our smiles our devious…

My old shipmate, Adona the Beautiful ! A Streak of Mischief Today I am Peking Man, my fossils cause a stir tomorrow I’ll be Napoleon my hand above Mon Coeur. I might just try Mickey Mouse and woo my Minnie dear or even visit Kermit’s house and bring a crate of beer. I could perform…

The Cold Rush In My Spine Dangling my Tiny Mind Chilling Thoughts Blinking Inking my deepest memories I Remember my tears Sparkling with fear The happiness or the smile was replaced by a frightening frown The hope that i found just got ripped by the hounds Oh! how i wish everything will be fair for…

I miss my Dreaming

My face is pale satin, my eyes hollow rocks Hidden deep down inside, my smooth facade blocks Emotion, hidden away from my face, But neither from sorrow, nor from disgrace. You send me feelings, I give nothing back The emotion in my body’s hard to track But if you look deeper, look through my curtain…