(2014)
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
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
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind