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Hello My Pen, A Poem About Writers Block
Hello my pen, My long lost friend. I put you in your cup months ago, or was it years? You’re all I have now. These hands have toiled. This heart was broken. These eyes have cried. But still, my pen has ink. The hand that toiled Now wants that toil on the page, The heartContinue reading “Hello My Pen, A Poem About Writers Block”
Only A Coward, A poem
Only a coward attacks with no face. Only a fool takes the time to make an enemy. Only a coward and a fool would ever throw a tantrum about helping someone else. Cowards and fools running amok, literally leaving plaque and death in their wake. We must do something, something now to deal with theseContinue reading “Only A Coward, A poem”
Insulting, a poem
Too poor to write? Too dumb to be important. That is what you say when you scoff at the literate, When you make “beautiful” synonymous with “bougie” Literature and Revolution, name one that never had the other. Yes, the old guard is no longer revolutionary, but you still have much too learn if you replaceContinue reading “Insulting, a poem”
There is No Going Back, a poem in the time of Covid
There is no going back, Our heroes are dead. We are our own heroes now. There is no going back. – There is no going back, The tides are swallowing us, A virus is choking us, Our “leaders” are killing us. There is no going back. – There is no going back, You can’t getContinue reading “There is No Going Back, a poem in the time of Covid”
Why I am Returning to Poetry
Why I am going to write as much poetry as I will about politics.
A Hug
A poem in the time of pandemic.
Behind Closed Doors, A Poem
More goes on behind closed doors Than you shall ever know. Yes, corruption and malfeasance But that is not what I mean. Behind closed doors, An abused partner cries. Behind closed doors A child’s dream is denied, Because Mommy got fired. Behind closed doors A young man cleans up his Grandmother’s urine Just like sheContinue reading “Behind Closed Doors, A Poem”
Hundreds of lives a year
Hundreds of lives a year, No rest for the wicked they say. But what is so wicked about selling something to feed a baby? When you have nothing to sell but flesh or a high, Is that really your fault? Hundreds of lives a year, Thousands rotting in the cold Or drowning in the rain.Continue reading “Hundreds of lives a year”
Hundreds of lives a year
Hundreds of lives a year, No rest for the wicked they say. But what is so wicked about selling something to feed a baby? When you have nothing to sell but flesh or a high, Is that really your fault? Hundreds of lives a year, Thousands rotting in the cold Or drowning in the rain.Continue reading “Hundreds of lives a year”
A poem for Liz Warren
Roses are red. Violets are blue. To the shame of this nation. Warren gave Trump a standing ovation.
This Screen
There is something less romantic About the way you read my poems. You hold not the paper I scribbled my soul on But a screen. I write these words on a screen and send it to yours. This screen. These screens connect us, So why do are we so alone? Why is isolation the firsContinue reading “This Screen”
Rambling Depression For Holiday Conversation
What goes up must come down Especially egos. Check the ego, kill the ego. This is what buddha taught. Or is this more gibberish from a mad mind? Is it the lies we tell ourselves that make our opinions? “Don’t talk politics this holiday.” Is the credo of the people Who don’t want you toContinue reading “Rambling Depression For Holiday Conversation”
