(2015)
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt