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Love is the spring that feeds the well, the well where we lower our bucket. We lower the bucket into our own well of hope for the ladies, for the children, for each other, for ourselves. We lower this bucket and we drink the water and the spring rushes from the earth and the well … Read more…

Completely he turned to the left, to the right. “Don’t stop moving the fingers”, he said, “The keys must click like horses hooves.” Turn at last toward the angry people you met and the one good one, with the smile today, when she didn’t have to, when it wasn’t necessary, when it counted. Thank you. … Read more…

Hat Poem Hats say something. they are never ever ever just hats. They are cowboy hats baseball caps, top hats. They speak up, these hats, they make statements, they are never ever ever quiet, hats know they are on top. Sometimes the ladies wear feathers in them, the gentlemen tip them, we straighten them. They … Read more…

Lonely lives aren’t so lonely with a smile, so if you see a lonely life, smile for them. david michael jackson

Forgotten corners hideaways like the forgotten corners of a keyboard, the feeling of the keys the fingers now flying click click spacebar click like time ticking these words away silently almost silent almost not there at all these words these poems always in the night always alone with the day so what to say this … Read more…

My guitar waits patiently high strung and vocal, but patient. I should write a guitar poem for her. She has a nice figure and a sweet voice. Yes I should write for this guitar for she has helped me make it through the night. I touch her gently, she responds. I sing songs with her.

American TV Poem   Oh another body. Look at the blood. Good job on smashing the skull. They’ll have to cut this one up. They’ll get the team together, everybody will reveal something. We’ll get this mystery solved before the last commercial just like the last time and the last show. Which one is this? … Read more…

Stepping Stones Poem These poems are stepping stones slick with wet moss in the stream. You may cross the stream on these stones and avoid the swirling water but be careful with your step. You can slip and fall, fall in the cold water, go down stream to where we never intended, to the valley … Read more…

My cat wants my time not my money. My hand is her baby her master her lover and her mother. She has to have my touch. She must feel that we are lying around together my cat and I. My cat and I we touch and she drapes her leg over my hand and her … Read more…

These fingers these fat fingers move over the keyboard again fast now as I have learned to go fast on this thing and slow in life. Slow down and breathe. You don’t need to multitask your way to hell on earth. Have we gone too far to turn back back to the pasture, back to … Read more…