Monthly Archives: March 2017

Poems for Because

Poems for sorrow Poems for joy Poems that somehow must employ Words that matter Rhymes that zip Cadences that roll off lips. Poems for laughter Poems for mirth Poems that make you question worth Of putting words In certain form … Continue reading

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Skipping the Dam Tour

On driving in…rocks, rocks. Lots of rocks. Mountains majestic…and desert bare. Rocks, rocks. Lots of rocks. My origins from East Make West alien. Arresting, rugged, tall, these rocks. Mighty H dam is dizzying in scope. So the tour…signage thus: DO … Continue reading

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Healthcare Solution: CongressCare

It’s so simple. The solution to our access to healthcare dilemma is right in front of us: CongressCare. Why shouldn’t every person in the United States have the same access to healthcare that our members of Congress enjoy? I mean, … Continue reading

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Jumping Jack Fancies

Inspiration is everywhere It’s on my fingers and in my hair It’s on the streets It’s in the yards It’s in the treats It’s in the hard Est parts of living, breathing, never sleeping. Inspiration is jumping free Springing from … Continue reading

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With My Buddy L’Oreal

In time to go from brown to blonde I can ponder things of which I’m fond Traveling, eating, writing, sleeping Seeing friends with which to bond. Wondering about the months ahead Worrying over words I’ve said Learning, planning, burning, scanning, … Continue reading

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Lost Dad

Dad the Secret Dad the Dread Dad and empty words he said. Dad the Absent Dad the Lost Dad I wanted at any cost. Dad the Guilty Dad the Frail Dad who always seemed to fail. Dad the Gone now … Continue reading

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First Cats

First of own was Ringo Starr, Whitest cat I’ve had by far Before him though was Shashie black First one I ever almost smacked Took my bologna and scratched me good Me just four so I guess he could Snatch … Continue reading

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