Airhead (Oxymoron)Empty-headed.Airhead (Oxymoron) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But so full of himself.
Nothing Will Tear Them ApartFirst kiss. Sparks.Nothing Will Tear Them Apart in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Their braces interlocked.
Sense MemoryI developed taste.Sense Memory in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We lost touch.
ItchyFirst anniversary: Paper.Itchy in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Our love unfolded.
Seventh anniversary: Wool.
It all unravelled.
HurdlesSea cruise:Hurdles in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Over Over Over Over
excited indulged balanced board
Romeo and Sergeant JulietShe takes my fingerprints.Romeo and Sergeant Juliet in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cupid Switches to Live AmmunitionEros' llama? I am all sore.Cupid Switches to Live Ammunition in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Breaking EvenBroke her heart.Breaking Even in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Broke his nose.
His Better HalfBride/GroomHis Better Half in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Synchronized HeartsWhen my heart was bound in submission,Synchronized Hearts in Free Verse More Like This
My rhythm synchronized to yours,
When you become arrhythmic,
My heart beats in time,
When your heart skips a beat,
Mine pauses in anticipation,
When your heart beats its last,
Mine will fall in eternal rest.
SimplyA simple touch and I walk upon the water,Simply in Free Verse More Like This
A simple kiss and I sail above the clouds,
A simple word and I float among the stars,
For I simply love you.
Patting My BackGiving myself a pat on the backPatting My Back in Concrete Poetry More Like This
For now and then I have the knack,
Of getting something so very right,
It makes me feel so very bright,
That I give myself a pat on the back.
Come a Bit CloserCome a bit closer and stand nearCome a Bit Closer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Really close so no one will hear
Each day that we have known each other
My heart has come closer to that of another
Come a bit closer and you shall see
Just how much he means to me
Look at how my hands do tremble
Surly it is a tell-tale symbol
Come a bit closer and hear the unknown
See how much my fondness has grown
Sometimes it is difficult to contain
I fear my secret will drive me insane
Come a bit closer and hear what I say
I come a bit closer to you everyday
NoontimeEveryday I wait by the phone as noontime approachesNoontime in Free Verse More Like This
Watch hopefully as the clock tics the hour and then two
Each day I hope today will be the day
The phone will announce that I am not forgotten.
Once you were faithful and came daily to my rescue
Noon was the hour on which my hopes survived and clung
Two o'clock and hope raises the white flag of acceptance
Today I surrender and fight for love again tomorrow.
They say hope springs eternal
Mine will not fade or flee
It only slumbers until noon tomorrow
Perhaps that will be the day
When noon arrives, my hope will once again awaken
My love is truly eternal, only you has noontime forsaken.
I Will RestI will rest when my chores are done,I Will Rest in Free Verse More Like This
When there is no more work to accomplish,
As my last good deed is complete.
I will lay my head upon your shoulder,
When there is nothing left that I can do,
As you praise the labors of my day.
I will rest when you are happy,
When I have done all I can to please,
As your chest rises slowly in slumber.
Only then will I rest.
If Wishing WorkedIf wishing worked we'd be at sea,If Wishing Worked in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sailing away, just you and me,
We would sail to exotic lands,
Lay upon the golden sands.
If wishing worked we'd have tea,
As well as moments of ecstasy,
We'd laugh so hard our sides would ache,
Followed by deep prayers of thanks.
If wishing worked I would stay,
At your side both night and day,
I would stay deep in your heart,
Even when we're far apart.
If wishing worked we would be,
More than just a fantasy,
My dream of us that has long lurked,
Would come true if wishing worked.
First to LastOnce upon a happy time, I was your joyous waking thought,First to Last in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A first whim to start your working day.
Now I am an afterthought when all your tasks are done,
A last resort to keep boredom at bay.
Dear Legislators,Dear Legislators,Dear Legislators, in Personal Journal More Like This
We the people of the United States of America apologize for threatening to infringe on your holiday. We know you are exhausted after the two and a half days you have labored since the Thanksgiving Break. We will think of you from our shanties on the street side covered in snow. The sounds of empty bellies will call out our apologies. We will think of you from our barracks in the sands of foreign lands were we wait for the warnings to sound and think of loved ones thousands of miles away. We will think of you as we tend to the sick and dying in hospice and hospital.
Your concern for your vacation days was apparent and we are sorry to be the burden that dampens your holiday joys. As we drive to our second and third jobs to pay taxes to ensure your wages are paid, we will humbly give thanks that we can support those we love. We appreciate that you have noted the urgency of the coming days. How could we the people forgive o
NumbersHow old are you Grandad, she asked.Numbers in Free Verse More Like This
I said I was twenty-two.
She didn't believe me.
She was six.
With that pink hat she lost
In the town that's dead now,
That graveyard of the recession.
And on my centenary
I received correspondence
From her majesty
Who said I could start my birthdays again.
Don't be silly, she said.
Maybe she did believe me.
I dreaded the day that she would know.
Know that I had lied.
She wouldn't be six for very long
And that hat would get left behind.
How old are you Grandad, she asked.
I said I was seventy-eight.
Shouldn't you be thirty-four, she said.
No, but my hip is nearly five.