Determination

Confidence Is it fate? Is part of a part trust? Determination play its part. Fiddling around with future. What parts determination? For my own part I bullying me into things. Telling myself canstanly like that ant, Yes you can, A gone favorite singer said it best, ‘You got to have faith!’ Not referring to a

How hard is it to comprehend a poem?

Shakespear wrote in Sonet As a sensation is as important as a line in a story People refuse the heart of a verse People assume thought concept just run on sententence I don’t need my feelings supper supposed. When I write a poem it feels and breathes. When I write a story thought lives The

Little birdie

Little birdie in your nest draming This poem similar to leaving nest Resting in a chair having fallen Little voice in my head says you can’t stand! The baby bird knows to fall neans flight Woth wings spread rocking back and forth Rocking to and fro I go Telling myself you can stand/ fly Just

Suggestions from people who want loan

Save your money Suggestions like buying new clothes When I was without a vehical I was told any vehical will do! When friend who drives and hates vehical low to the ground I hear, Its murder getting in and out low to ground vehical Seems only money I will save and invest is move away

First week August

Last night felt like first October My cat and I slept like logs Tucked under two blankets You know quilt and throw! Until I yelled get off me cramped! Drank some water Took a stroll Recovered me and of course cat Garsh darn if it were not fifty-three this morn A week past not a

Dear friends

Worry get excited No matter our age The light is still there The thrill of an adventure Time anticipated with a voyage In a new used car Off buying new chairs Near home When in your sixties times planned Times wandering Goals obtained Then ,then best get home Lonliness places missed homes like that No

Cute , yet tedious

Songs one took ages to vanquish Song dealt with a cancer stick! Now can not even hum melody, How odd its gone completely, Yesterday on Pride radio I heard a ditty The song reminded me of an ex… Belinda Hughes, always said Don’t call me dear! Not something I usually spake Spake old English form

Once

Near nothing There is always that one person That person that thinks you do to much Eat to much Still fat I eat once a day I tell her Thwn I’m told What I eat is wrong I don’t munch I Work! I sit watch ten hours in 24×7= 168 Sleep four hours a night

Bleak

Words bring thought Stir conscious Envoke feeling Stir pot Ruminate in my meloncholy gut The sky in northern Iowa now ‘Bleak!’ Great word Poets friend Sculptors knife Medium Chunk of wood Canves Vocabulary Intination Cadence All returns like humanity to dust Yet sift through ones we love We are more then dust Uncle Norm was

Better christian than family

Funny friends Christian say dump your family Dumping loved ones easy for them Easy for advice givers with family they can call up I love and miss nephews and my sister I did No wrong My kid sister knows our half sister lies more then breathes Listen to know one follow heart Protect your back