Did thine Savior truly say, Blessed are those who do not doubt me, Ere His mounting upon that skull-shaped hill? If so, then needs must be to Him I pray On a bended and shaky knee Begging for Him to bless me, still. For, while I have no doubt today That the Son of God … Continue reading Screwed
god's creation procreation fornication population isolation mass migration and starvation revelation supplication congregation holy nation manipulation inquisition forced conversion revolution constitution world solution institution goal dilution mass confusion and delusion mind erosion soul implosion greed explosion wealth variation truth evasion love deletion hate invasion new invention good intention no prevention from extension of construction to … Continue reading Devolution, Baby
Many of the haiku and other poems in Short Verses & Other Curses were written as a therapeutic balm in response to my cancer. I don't know why or how I survived all that nonsense but I suspect writing the poems helped at least a little. Recent events make it seem to me that my … Continue reading Poetry Is My Balm
Somehow I managed not to share this (age is a possible factor) very kind recommendation for Poems from the River that was posted by our good friend at Chronicles of a Blogaholic, who, with her daily musings and photography, brings us all a little bit of sunshine and happiness.
“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought
and the thought has found words.”
There’s a blogger I’ve been following since I began my blog. He’s one of the first bloggers that found my blog and liked one of my posts.
Ever since that day, I’ve been following him daily. His stories and photographs are an inspiration.
Last week I ordered his book of poetry, Poems from the River, which arrived yesterday. His collection of poems are tender and beautifully written.
If you’re interested in visiting Kurt’s blog and buying his book, please check him out at: Kurt Brindley. I believe Kurt Brindley is and will become quite a prolific poet.
I like those beer commercials that were airing a couple years ago about how it was only weird if it didn't work. If that isn't one of the most true and profound beer commercials in the history of beer commercials then I don't know what is... I mean, if we do something strange or have … Continue reading It’s Only “Weird” If… [Weird Wednesday Prompt]
The poem of me from yesterday Is not that which I am today In many ways they may resemble But don't be fooled by what I say Look closely at what you hear Listen with more than just an ear The poem of me from yesterday Is not that which I am today You think … Continue reading The Poem of Me
To celebrate the release of my poetry collection Poems from the River as a print edition, you can get a free copy of the Kindle edition from now until approximately 23:59PM (PST) Sunday, December 14, 2014. GET YOUR FREE EBOOK >> UNITED STATES | WORLDWIDE The print edition is now available for purchase directly … Continue reading In Celebration of the End of Procrastination
Another rainy day Yet as Beautiful As it is In all its Low Pressure Depression --- A Cause to Rejoice And to Celebrate Life And all its many Sudden Surprising Vagaries --- All I can do is Sit here and Think Thinking 7,000,000,000 of You Are out there Some in the Rain Some not But … Continue reading Another rainy day
The laughter fades and the dawn never breaks So still is the air When the laughter isn’t there
The snow falling as it is As a dream within a dream within a dream is Leads me to where my home is Not to where my house is But to where my heart is To where the the forest of my chaste chastened childhood is To where the sage old oak of that forest … Continue reading The snow falling as it is
it's not the season .....the occluded fronts .....the barometrical pressures it's not the helpless sad sun .....obscured by the sooty midday murk the spiteful arctic sting .....carried by the weak unsuspecting breeze the frozen-rooted grass .....aching to fall the forever green tree .....it's not the bare feet upon the stone tiled floor .....the rude awakening … Continue reading Cold
I once knew an old truck driver Who'd been drivin' a rig all his life. And he never knew a single worry. Nor was he ever bothered with strife. His life was oh so relaxin'. As for stress, he just didn't know it. He had not a care in the world, For he was a … Continue reading The Truck Drivin’ Poet
I like bubble gum. I like bats. I like baseballs And cowboy hats. I like mudcakes. I like moles. I like mountain bikes And deep, dark holes. I like tinker toys. I like tag. I like tadpoles And greasy, dirty rags. I like football. I like fightin'. I like fishin', Especially when they're bitin'. I … Continue reading Me
A sniffle a snort A wheeze and a sneeze A belch a burp and a moan. A slurp a sigh A hiss and a buzz A babble a wow and a groan. An utter a sputter A mumble and a grumble A barf a spit and a spew. A cough a hack A hum and … Continue reading Onomatopoeia Flu
You and I sipping tea wrought iron stylish in ancient design umbrella faded to blue just so violet clematis climbing reaching divine but hiding sins etched in walls which leaves us sacred in our time bodies marched out lined up backs against the brick against the wall so to speak confessional sins then onward … Continue reading Meet me in the courtyard where the blood no longer flows
Listen to the colors For they have so much to say. You'll be surprised at what you hear If you don't let your fears get in the way. Listening to the colors Takes more than just your ears. You must listen with all your senses, For colors are hard to hear. Listen closely to all … Continue reading Listen To The Colors
hear not what I say like the howl, words fade away only fear remains FOR MORE LIKE THIS >> CLICK CLICK
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Holdin' hands is supposed to be special, But really, anyone can do it. Just grab a hand and don't let go, That's all there really is to it. But my way of holdin' is a little bit different. In fact, I'm sure no one else even knows... Just take off your shoes, and then your … Continue reading Holdin’ Toes