Forty today forty-seven tomorrow,

Like mother mature on drugs, Not normal, January and February coldest months in northern Iowa, Like going late to food bank, Like why bother, Hate being at food bank knowing I missed the good stuff, Warm weather early more old people will die! We need the cold, Its part of nature,

Unknown

Thoughts you hear and at an age to come you keep your thoughts or you foolishly share them, Sometimes thoughts shared feel good even when not welcome, Its the sharing the poet me feels, Thoughts, Words, Strung together are for our spirits, Our thoughts are not meant to make others hurt, Our being , Our

Deer Crossing

Saw not one deer, Going from Quasqueton to Oelwein,Iowa, Not at two p.m, Not at two p.m, At eight-thirty dead of winters night, December twenty-seven saw none, Saw nada! Saw zip deer, All the long ride, Until just in front if edge of cemetery in Quasqueton five large deer crossed in front of me, I

What a card?

Must be male, Can’t wait to shove cat food all over the floor, My spell check starts the wrong word before I’m done, What a card use to refer to a joker, Not in a deck, A person who imagined what they did was humorous, Things dad did were funny older on life only to

Baby just

Died in my arms, Many times I have lost a kitten, Created, Born outside, Lousy with flees, The other two will get nice warm baths with soap soon as its light, Sold five more books, Have to track down three more and get them all in the post tomorrow, The ones name was Dakota, My

Endangered Animal people

I’m poor, No money, I help all I can with what I have, Calling me to make me more sorry for those I can’t assist won’t fly! As a pagan I send my strongest heart felt help those with money will fund you, As a writer and an entrepreneur book dealer its not me! Please

Chapter 9a,The cat,the murder by LeAnn Sweeney

open and now empty palm of a dead person

Feathers

Lite as air gliding seeking Howl comes from an unseen whitewolf How I feel when I share written tales Less alone Less troubled Purposeful Like my row boat the one I dream of Stays her course Floating while I stay in the current Orgassmicly, blessed less alone Tears of joy Fill me as I learn

One voice

Hands above head Medicone woman Standing Bad lands Lightening strikes Watcher sits Upon a ridge Woman Stands Badlands Hands up Protecting Mother earth Lightening Strikes! Near but always protecting Mother earths Guardian. She stands, hands abover her Head.