It's not you, it's me.
(I just want to be free.)
Will you be my friend?
(This is the end.)
Yes. I will be fine.
(Please pass the wine.)
No. I am not glum.
(Just comfortably numb.)
September 29th, 2011
Atlanta
"Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs." William Shakespeare
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Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Silliness
Why don't you
Paint your face blue,
Stick your head in a bucket
And play a didgeridoo?
Paint your face blue,
Stick your head in a bucket
And play a didgeridoo?
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Butterfly Kisses
Moans & sighs
Hands on thighs
Butterfly kisses
Lover's wishes
A dozen tiny breaths
A thousand little deaths
For ECF
August 11th, 2011
Delta Flight 4970
Hands on thighs
Butterfly kisses
Lover's wishes
A dozen tiny breaths
A thousand little deaths
For ECF
August 11th, 2011
Delta Flight 4970
Giving Thanks
Andie, Andie, Andie Lou
So beautiful with eyes of blue.
She'll break their hearts
And make 'em sick.
Some Angel whacked her with a pretty-stick.
Duncan, Duncan, Duncan George,
Heart deeper than the Cheddar Gorge.
His mind is open and his wit is quick.
The boy's so sharp he doesn't miss a trick.
Thank you Lord, for these two sherbets,
These two cheeky little Herberts.
Everyday I am glad
For the privilege
Of being their Dad
August 11th, 2011
Delta Flight 4970
So beautiful with eyes of blue.
She'll break their hearts
And make 'em sick.
Some Angel whacked her with a pretty-stick.
Duncan, Duncan, Duncan George,
Heart deeper than the Cheddar Gorge.
His mind is open and his wit is quick.
The boy's so sharp he doesn't miss a trick.
Thank you Lord, for these two sherbets,
These two cheeky little Herberts.
Everyday I am glad
For the privilege
Of being their Dad
August 11th, 2011
Delta Flight 4970
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
#TwitterPoetry
Had a go at writing deep & meaningful poems on Twitter in 140 characters or less...well...poems...well...words and stuff.
...If you think this is about you...it isn't...it's supposed to be poetry :-P (well...actually...it might be)
April 12th, 2011
Atlanta
Lonely night as dark as your hair. Imagining that you're laying there, breathing softly under this sheet. Remembering our souls did meet....It was dark when I wrote this one.
These two had Known each other. And the Knowing made honest rhyming. Later, fond memories did the same & he knew that he had loved her.
...If you think this is about you...it isn't...it's supposed to be poetry :-P (well...actually...it might be)
Opium takes many forms, to distract & keep problems on the shelf. How hard it is to take them down & spend a moment with oneself....I kept finding ways to avoid filing my tax return...
April 12th, 2011
Atlanta
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Tinker Bell
Tinker Bell,
Tinker Bell,
Peter flew away.
Captain Hook read a book
And the 'gator got away.
Hey!
James, Andie & Duncan
December 12th, 2010
Atlanta
Making up silly songs in the car.
Tinker Bell,
Peter flew away.
Captain Hook read a book
And the 'gator got away.
Hey!
James, Andie & Duncan
December 12th, 2010
Atlanta
Making up silly songs in the car.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Retreat
Artist & Poet
Lover & Friend
Smile so broken
It may never mend
Cold & Windy
Soft & Warm
Wind blown kiss
Cozy covers at dawn
Passion & Tears
Hot & Intense
So sorry I fled
I claim self defense
Hazelnut & Pineapple
Manchego & Brie
Goodbye my B-Dub
My sweet JayBee
For B-Dub
September 26th, 2010
Atlanta
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Little Bird
Like Darzee's wife she cries "Oh my broken wing!"
A little tailor-bird hopelessly fluttering,
piping sorrowfully, never leaving the ground,
calling for help but afraid of every sound.
Little bird, it's best that I don't follow
lest my intentions appear quite hollow.
So I'll sit very still if you come near
to show that there is nothing to fear.
I hope that you make it back to your nest
and feel safe enough to finally rest.
One day, when you are truly free
Maybe you will fly back to me.
But for now, let your heart harden,
for there are worse things than snakes
in this garden.
September 11th, 2010
Atlanta
A little tailor-bird hopelessly fluttering,
piping sorrowfully, never leaving the ground,
calling for help but afraid of every sound.
Little bird, it's best that I don't follow
lest my intentions appear quite hollow.
So I'll sit very still if you come near
to show that there is nothing to fear.
I hope that you make it back to your nest
and feel safe enough to finally rest.
One day, when you are truly free
Maybe you will fly back to me.
But for now, let your heart harden,
for there are worse things than snakes
in this garden.
September 11th, 2010
Atlanta
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Fx3
Don't let your heart bleed
Know what is broken, mends
And all we really need
is Faith, Family and Friends
June 8th, 2010
Atlanta
Know what is broken, mends
And all we really need
is Faith, Family and Friends
June 8th, 2010
Atlanta
The Black Dog
The Black Dog came for Helgi
on a warm spring night
and overcame him so completely
that Helgi gave up the fight
I miss my friend and fear for others
who have felt the Black Dog's breath
We must have faith and stand as brothers
For a life without hope is death
June 8th, 2010
Atlanta
on a warm spring night
and overcame him so completely
that Helgi gave up the fight
I miss my friend and fear for others
who have felt the Black Dog's breath
We must have faith and stand as brothers
For a life without hope is death
June 8th, 2010
Atlanta