This poem was written around 1994. It's about not wanting to be person I am, which is a sensitive dreamer. At the time, I was sick of my feelings being hurt and wished I didn't care so much. Just Once My tears are like raindrops falling from my eyes Sometimes I wish I could hold… Continue reading A Poem # 5, plus both of my poetry books are on sale
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A Poem # 4
This poem was written around 1994. Blood is thicker than water is an old phrase meaning essentially that your family is most valuable. What I understand now is to beware of any person that tries to separate you from or turn you against your family and friends. Blood's Thicker than Water Blood's thicker than water… Continue reading A Poem # 4
A Poem #3
This poem was written around 1993 or 1994. Stormy Weather The skies are dark and gray The sun rays are no where to be seen I know what is about to happen Because of the dark, stormy weather The wind is like a feather Light and free-flowing And has no idea where it's going It's… Continue reading A Poem #3
A Poem #2
Queue up Joni Mitchell's chorus before reading this poem, 🎵"Don't it always seem to go when you don't know what you got till it's gone."🎵 This poem was written sometime in 1996. All Alone Now that you're gone I'm all by myself I'm all alone I never had enough time To spend with you But… Continue reading A Poem #2
A Poem #1
So as of last week, I posted a year's worth of poems. I decided to start a new group this week. This poem was written around 1993. I tried to make hanging out in my basement with my cats sound poetic. 😺 This is from the era when I first started writing poetry seriously. Secret… Continue reading A Poem #1
A Poem – Week Fifty-Two
Counting this post, I have posted a year's worth of weekly poems. It has taken me over a year to do so, but life happens. I remember writing this poem while sitting outside watching a storm brew. I was written around 1993 or 1994. Storm Storm you are brewing The winds are getting stronger Blowing… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifty-Two
A Poem – Week Fifty-One
'Here's a poem from July 13, 1997 about an imaginary jerk. Of Missing Person He's of missing person He's out of my life He says I can't control him Because I'm not his wife It's been almost a year Since he walked out the door When he shattered my heart When he said he doesn't… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifty-One
A Poem – Week Fifty
This poem was written on July 18, 1997. It's about immaturity. I don't really remember why I wrote this, but it echoes some of the same thoughts reflected in my book, Asleep and Dreaming. Aging in the Land of the Young When do people grow up And move on with their lives? Even many years… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifty
A Poem – Week Forty-Nine and My New Poetry Book is Available(!)
This poem was written on July 31, 1997. Time Is Short and The Water Rises Life is short and sweet, So you have to move on There is no time to waste We have to move on Before the water covers our heads And everything will be over Because time is short And the water… Continue reading A Poem – Week Forty-Nine and My New Poetry Book is Available(!)
