Text MessagingYesterday our granddaughter Emily spent the day with us. Lots of fun! By the time she left, I found that she had managed to clog the toilet. I fished out a ton of baby wipes, but the damage was done, and the "Plumber's Friend" would not loose the cloggage.Text Messaging4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This morning, after I had arrived at work, the following exchange of text messages with my wife, Bee, ensued.
From Bee, 8:27 AM:
think I need to call a plumber?
To Bee, 8:42 AM
Go get a toilet auger from Home Depot and I should be able to deal with it
To Bee, 8:44 AM
Or call a plumber if you don't want to wait on me to get home
From Bee, 9:34 AM
no I will wait 4 you
From Bee, 12:07 PM
on my way to get auger - love u
From Bee, 1:50 PM
it worked - plastic cup came out with wipes
To Bee, 1:56 PM
Wow. I knew you wold take care of that once you had the proper tool
From Bee, 2:03 PM
LOL Thanks for having faith in me and the shiter
To Bee, 2:04 PM
No problem. And there are two t's in shitter
From Bee, 2:14 PM
And how many f's in
GoldenBreathe in the nights hushGolden5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and expel the sigh of dawn
the tree boughs sway
a lazy greeting
to a new day
spurn the langour
from limb and leaf
the nights taming
where planets frollicked
among stars in liquid indigo
while the moon fluidly
called a tune of sleepy secrets
Now another herald
a new song bursts
bright and warm
banishing the shadows
with a heated kiss
and a shining embrace
by the singular promise
of the glorious
Tainted BloodA Child Hides Inside -Lost DestroyedTainted Blood5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A closed, empty shell is all she can be,
For one who is young to know of such pain,
Is a despicable, malevolent travesty.
Arranged; Deranged On Near Ugly Terms
Hold fast to your money, damage my life,
Make off with my love now, snuff out the light,
Rid me of pleasure, and innocences sight.
Aye- Blast Others Away To tighten the bonds,
She will not escape them, I always control,
Who could have loved you, you are but a snake,
A loathsome pathetic, weak little troll.
They are the same blood, but thats all there is,
Blood that both despise that they share,
For one wants control, the other some joy,
Someone to hold her and show that they care.
InescapableI grieve for youInescapable4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with your jaundiced eyes
and winter edged heart
that you perceive the world
is as cold
as your soul
or as empty
as your conscience
the milk of human kindness
curdles on your lips
preferring bitter bile
as your cup of tea
a justifiable reward
a frozen satisfaction
Beware the grim honor
what is sown
to your fate
What Is Life?Life is a spark that is inextinguishable and it goes on.What Is Life?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a river it has twists and turns.
It's an explosion of passion, rage, and lust rolled into one.
It's beauty is unrivaled .
It can be as horrifying as death.
It's warm like fire
but can be cold as ice .
With Nature at its helm
there is no telling where
elegiac elixirelegiac elixir5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is the wind in your mind
as you drip
on the polished oak floor?
But when was it enough
the congealed mush
within bruise-weakened bones?
Was summer too damp
it affected the sap
of soul-weighted crisp
hungry heart pith?
My glance, I fear, is
no longer essential
to your gelatinous
fat oily membranes?
Naught but a bright cortex
of tanzanite needles.
Barren/void of certain existence.
Broken HeartBroken Heart9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broken Hearts Anonymous
Embrace these feelings
They won’t last for too long
Life isn’t always
A sappy little love song
So sing it loud
As you slice your wrists
And swallow down
The pills of happiness
It’s been broken
It won’t mend
Asking for a heart
Just to love again
Millions of pieces on the floor
You can’t hurt me anymore
Living life without this pain
Wouldn’t make me normal
You’d be surprised
At how many people
Show their pain external
These scars themselves
Are living proof
Of all the pain
You put me through
You'll never forget i'll make sure........
Broken HeartsThe heart is a very delicate and unique gift from God.Broken Hearts7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's very fragile yet I'ts very hard..
It's our guide in life, our guide in love.
It guides us on our paths like a heavenly dove..
When it's broken, it could take years to repair.
This could bring pain and dispaire.
Our heart speaks to us in many different ways,
telling us what we need in order to suceed.
It loves to be loved and it loves to be happy,
and when it sad it becomes all vunerable and sappy.
Never break a heart cause you'll never know,
how much pain and hurt that heart wont show.
Remember that your heart is one of kind,
It's precious and hard to find.
Protect it with all that you've got,
because without it,
you wont be doing a lot...
Broken WingsI look up at the sky;Broken Wings7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are clouds of gray
and no sunshine.
Why do people say
it's a beautiful day when
there's nothing beautiful
I see birds and angels
soaring in the air.
I flap my wings so hard
that the feathers fall out.
I know i shouldn't do that,
but what's the point of
stopping when I'm used to it.
After all, an angel's wings
are full of purity when
But my wings aren't white
They've been tainted by the
They give off a stench which
makes other angels and souls
stay a distance from me.
I know why they are stained
and tainted with the color red.
I've got wings of blood.
Not only are the wings with
but they are also broken.
Yes I know,
I fly with broken wings.
When I fly with my broken wings,
they feel as if they'll burn off.
But nobody would or wants to repair
them or help me.
I wonder if anyone knows how to.
I'll wait for the one who can repair
a pair of broken wings,
so I can fly again without pain.
Broken HeartDo you love?Broken Heart6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you hate?
Do you stop to appreciate?
The feelings someone has for you?
The things that keep you from being blue?
Have you loved?
Have you lost?
Have you tried no matter what the cost?
Do you love her?
Does she love you?
Will you ever find out if it is true?
Have you loved while taking hate?
Is it she who doesn't appreciate?
Are you lost?
Are you confused?
Is it all leaving your heart bruised?
Is it real?
Is it faking?
Is it my heart that's slowly breaking?
Does it hurt?
Does it kill?
Does it make you never want to heal?
A broken heart is a great deal.
A broken heart may never heal.
Good Morning, BabyThe conversation between my wife and myself as we woke this morning is much like many of our conversations -- I make a little joke and Bee comes back with a zinger. We're Burns and Allen, I swear we are.Good Morning, Baby3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Good morning, baby."
"I had the strangest dream last night," I said, "do you remember it?"
She didn't speak but lifted her head from the pillow to stare at me (incredulously, I'm sure) in the dark.
"Well you were in it!" I said.
She replied with perfect comic timing, "I must have been asleep."
BrokenMy wounds wont healBroken10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I scream into the darkness
no emotions inside left to feel
just when I thought I could trust you
Quest For SolaceQuest For Solace4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She dreams beneath
the elder oaks
under radiant showers
of autumns red and gold
a shedding riot of vibrant decay
a windblown bed for her repose
a quest for solace in slumber
unfettered in mystic reverie
but a wing beat away
where woe is unknown
and sorrow a stranger
Comfort found on a pillow
of mist cooled green moss
softly fragrant of life
and eternal renewal
Hope sinks deep roots
and flourishes within
the sacred promise
of her spring born heart...
Sail Away With MeSail Away With MeSail Away With Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waves caress port side
leaning to the left
fill the sails with a new direction
secrets from the other side
whispering angels hovering above let him exhale one more time
prayers are rarely answered and coincidence never ring true
songs blow by
haunting tunes of love and sorrow,
sail away with me honey, hold my heart in your hands, sail away with me honey, sail away with me now
Alone In The DarkAlone In The Dark4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are days
when I feel
all the colors
have drained away
and I float
on a lake
of pristine glass
beneath a sky
bereft of meaning
and regrets flutter
like desperate wings
against the walls
of boxed memories
all treasured tokens
adrift and alone
in the dark...
Ode to the Electric LeafBlowerOde to the Electric Leaf BlowerOde to the Electric LeafBlower7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, what joy,
what pleasure divine
sleek black body,
slender and light.
Mine, all mine.
Held with one hand,
light as a kite,
to brandish on high.
Oh, how they did laugh,
those 2 dozen trees,
to see the new fools
moving in under
yon, nearby roof.
They laughed and mocked
their new human slaves.
All summer long
we enjoyed their shade
and attended with pleasure
their pleasant conversance with breeze.
They think it their right,
their privileged due
to have new bondsmen
answering their call
cleaning up done, right on cue.
Like younglings half grown
they party each fall
way into the night,
then fall into bed
leaving their sweaters
and coats tossed about
to lie where they land
without any care.
"No more!" I exclaim!
shin deep in the mess.
"Think you can toss your sweaters
all over the place,
like errant teen girls
tired of trying them on?
Think you can make me
your slave all the day long?
No more! You spoiled brats!
I've got you now!"
"Think you can toss
ClaimClaim4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watched the stars fall
as tears on silver strings
caught them in my palm
each enchanting one
as precious as laughter
bursting my wayward heart
like some exotic bloom
ripened on a withered vine
a miracle amidst decay
made its ill timed claim
on a soul no longer my own...
PilgrimPilgrimPilgrim7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As watch hands
Meet at the peak of night,
Awakening the dreaming
Day, to bring brightness
To its lost children,
I shiver below
Their godlike gathering,
Surrounded by icy blue.
I pull the sapphire velvet
Closer around my bare skin.
First rays of illuminating
Sunshine break the shield
Of mystic moisture, as
If it would run away
Panicked by the upcoming.
My oppressed feet crease
Lean culms of jade, coated
By vivid tears cleansing
My body. Wearily I step
Benevolent beams welcome
And swallow me, soaking
My skin, my bones with warmth.
Pervaded by this supernatural
Embrace I continue my journey.
Snow White and the Seven Deadly SinsA Poison Apple Forever BittenSnow White and the Seven Deadly Sins2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lust, Gluttony, Wrath
A Poisoned Heart that Beats for None
Avarice, Envy, Sloth
Snow White Skin in Her Glass Coffin
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Is the Fairest Sin of All
tropical rengatropical renga4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
beyond the horizon
the snap of sail
a boat challenges the wind
lights and land
will drop away
aquamarine, a faded ribbon
painful memories ebb with time
the wind drops
-I drift along
in a sea of stars
brine-licked and balmy,
coffee had in sips
the scent of a new day
a boat's long shadow
enters the harbor
sunset blooms then fades
I weigh anchor
a lone gull welcomes me
out into the night
and the stars
seduced by dancing waves
my hand on Fortune's wheel
my destiny guided by Orion's dog*
a flash of fin
flirts with flight
other, closer cousins
ride the bow wake
my Sunday vestment
has been snatched
by a breeze
won't be needing it
as I turn to catch the wind
a secret lost in whale song
a secret lost in dreams
To BlodeuweddTo Blodeuwedd4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
O fairest maid of times flown by,
you came to be one autumn day,
to wed a man who had been cursed
to lead his life sans human wife.
From blooming buds of ochre broom,
his uncle wove your braided hair,
and let the breeze be your curls' comb
and spread your scent across the air.
From withered flow'rs of meadowsweet
he wove the webbing of your lungs;
from sturdy wood of dying oak
he carved the chambers of your heart.
But though he shaped your heart at will,
your heart was yours and yours alone,
and though you wed who he deemed fit,
you trailed your heart and yours alone.
And when you met another man,
and loved him in the way you could,
you schemed to kill your husband Lleu
and break the loathed chains for good.
You gleaned the knowledge of his flaws
and dreamed of birds uncaged and free.
You lured him into deadly snare,
the board set how 'twas meant to be.
But though the spear did strike its mark,
the wounded Lleu fast flew away,
and though you reigned in foolish bliss,
'twas not too long
MarieMarieMarie5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black haired blue eyed angel
Come to us but for awhile.
Mama said you were too sweet
And beautiful, just too fair by far.
She loved you well
Of that Im sure.
I heard her talk of you but once,
But that was enough.
Ill not forget.
Sitting on that cold concrete porch
Amongst women past my tender years,
That hot summer day,
I heard her speak of you that once.
How shed always said you were too beautiful,
Her beautiful blue eyed black haired baby girl.
She did not speak of any details
Nor did she talk for long,
But you could hear the pain
In what she did and did not say.
I could, in horror, fill in the gaps,
All too well, that summer day.
She did not tell of the beginning,
But of your screams of pain.
Did she bathe you in cool water,
Ride the mule with Papa by her side,
Or catch a ride by car to the Frontier Clinic?
She did not mention the convulsions
Or when you fell unconscious.
But only, on reaching the nurses,
Being turned away, not let inside.
not a poem for travelersonly the coldnot a poem for travelers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can breathe without
a pair of lungs,
only miles can run
a winter of white suffocation
and the backyard lake
without a heart to abandon,
reluctant, by the wayside.
For me, life has worked like this:
you don't have to run to escape it.
You don't even have to escape it.
Whisper back into a seashell's earlobe
what it had once told you of high tides.
Carry something lucky around--a bird feather,
a solemn paper weight serving as the cicada's casket,
a dictionary big enough to hold every word
you want to say but small enough to keep you silent.
Your faith, your ambitions, just an extra seam
in the pocket.
I have never run to escape this life.
Or rather, I have never run to escape
without carrying a weight. You feel strongest
when you stay back at home.
Don't let the green lights
rush you away with clock-strayed hours,
don't follow an eagle in flight
with your aspiring arms. Blaze a trail
with your eyes and the reflected sky
will tread upward again where your vie