(2015)
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated