A Mother's Nudge

The Trees are stirring
Evergreens glow.
Leaveless ones still sleeping.
The Maple's waking
Sap trudging upwards toward the sun.
Soon her blood will flow free.
The false Spring
Only a Mother's gentle nudge,
For her children to wake soon.

2/11/08

Small Town America

The light blinks red and yellow
At the intersection of small town America
Time slows down in the valley
Neighbors have time to wave 'hello'

In 30 years so little has changed
At the intersection of small town America
Time creeps by so slowly
Only a few things have been rearranged

I see our sons and daughters
At the intersection of small town America
Time seems to fly so fast
Now we are the mothers and fathers

Our jobs; the ones our parents had
At the intersection of small town America
Our children growing up together
Once we were the 'good' and 'bad'

Some love it here, some ride on through
At the intersection of small town America
The wind blows some to far off places
Some; this town out-grew

No matter where we've gone or seen
One of the things that never has changed
At the intersection of small town America
The light still blinks red and yellow.

Riddle of the day

Riddle of the Day

Arnold Schwarzenegger has a big one.
Michael J. Fox has a small one.
Madonna doesn't have one.
The Pope has one but doesn't use it.
Clinton uses his all the time.
Bush is one.
Mickey Mouse has an unusual one.
Liberace never used his on women.
Jerry Seinfeld is very, very proud of his.
Cher claims that she took on 3.
We never saw Lucy use Desi's.
What is it?




A last name!

You perverts thought I was gonna say Penis!!

I found this on Gather.com one of my networking places and had to post it here for ya'll!

Eleven Minutes

Oh, what poetry does pain bring.
The words inspired by misfortune and grief
seem to flow onto the page
with such ease
the writer holding the pen
so that the words themselves are so beautiful.
The tortured soul pouring out all
onto a page of indifference they run.
Pain so personal so real spills out,
the reader reaches into the page,
takes my pain as their own
feels the empathy-such is the way.
Still the pain doesn't go away.
Life distracts us mostly from the futility of it all.
Until, one moment shatters all the false joy.
Reminding me once again of my pain.
Eleven...

6-23-02

Making excuses...

So for fear that any of my readers will think ill of the darkness of my writings, most of what I have submitted was written at a point in my life where the shadows had come to stay. Every one has them, most don't confront them. I am confronting them now. I am putting myself out there to you my readers (if you are there) naked and exposed in an effort to overcome that paralyzing fear of rejection. I am facing my fears, letting the masses see work that NO ONE has ever laid eyes on but me.
So here I am literary world love me or hate me, this is who I am!

This is my disclaimer!!! Thanks Bobby!!! Hahaha!

Condemned

Past, Present, Future
There I stand
In judgement
Condemned, damned
I plead with the jury
the attorney, Judge.
None hear my case.
Bad decisions!
Wrong moves! I scream
Please, I beg, please!
Human, I plead.
Human deeds!
I cry into my hands,
sobbing and weeping.
The Judge sentances;
What's done is done,
what's said is said,
you are bad, bad, bad!!
My eyes look up in a haze
To the Judge I meet in a gaze
It is my own face
and voice reciting this
sentence to me
It is I who condemn
Still powerless I am
Over what I have decided.
Fear overcomes me
Engulfs me
The Judge screams
You are not worthy!
And I believe me.

Mother-in-law #1

(This is a funny dark little poem I wrote inspired by southern Mother-in-laws)

Rat shit
Cow spit
Vomit and snot!
Kittens are nice
Mother-in-laws are not!
From Hell do they rise
To hate and dispise
The wife in your life
For who knows what!
"Your hair's not right!"
They say just for spite!
"Our kind don't like your type!"
What class do they attend?
What course do they take,
To be such mean woman
to the wives that you take?