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Category Archives: Poetry
Week 12, Day 81 – “Goal”
Week 12, Day 80 – "Hold On"
Hold On
It’s going to be a freak show tonight
three painted ladies
and a jug of booze.
Only thing left is to dance, dance, dance.
Spin around ’til I’m too dizzy to stand,
and then fall in love where ever I land.
Week 12, Day 78 – "Multiple Personalities"
Multiple Personalities
Twenty-three emails,
eight different blogs,
seven myspaces,
and a few facebooks.
Different identities.
Each compartment of my life
serving separate interest.
It’s not that I can’t do anything,
it’s that everything is possible.
Just need to decide what I want; and do it.
Week 11, Day 77 – "Feeling Better"
Feeling Better
Sweat drenched forehead,
light headed, fever.
Hopefully, I can feel better soon.
Typing so long
my fingers are numb,
Hopefully, I can feel better soon.
Week 11, Day 76 – "Redo Machine"
Redo Machine
Today I built a redo machine.
I can redo any thing in life,
but I am not sure where I should start.
There are a lot of things in my life
that I would miss if I redid them
accidentally out of existence.
Maybe I can just go back in time
and build a party machine instead.
You can’t go wrong with a good party
and having a machine only helps.
So it’s decided, party machine.
Expect invitations in the mail.
Week 11, Day 75 – "Looking"
Looking
looking through old photographs
when I was a kid
looking at the camera
or maybe just mom
looking now at a photo
my daughter same pose
looking at the camera
smiling at me
looking at my past
thinking about her future
looking through our time
Week 11, Day 74, – "Funny Money"
Funny Money
Funny colored money
to pay my bills.
I feel like buying some property
and setting up some houses and hotels
maybe a train line or a utility.
It is all funny money.
Still not used to the conversion rate
so it all seems like guesswork.
Week 11, Day 73 – "Soul"
Soul
You don’t have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body. ~ C.S. Lewis
feel my body
soft, warm, gentle, but please don’t
try to touch my soul.
Week 11, Day 72 – "Father's Day"
Father’s Day
Heard the young one on the phone.
She’s jabbering up a storm.
I’m her long distance father.
Doing the best that I can.
Week 11, Day 71 – "Road Home"
Road Home
the snow was blowing
covering our tracks
quicker than we walked.
worn out already,
Lita, looked to me;
what should we do now?
miles to go back
but how much farther
I hadn’t a clue.
we could just stand here
surely freeze to death
or move on forward
and hope for the best.
