- December 20
- Married and in the heartland of the USA with little to say and nothing to say it with.
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December 07, 2013 10:36PM
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- Iron Poet #17 -- To the Edge
Of A Brave New Life
August 16, 2013 10:45PM
- Re-launch of Iron Poets -- #17
"My Brave New Life"
August 04, 2013 12:37AM
- Paper Melons
July 31, 2013 11:07PM
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trust as you go?”
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Her voice whispers to me still,
carried to my heart on prevailing winds,
and echos from a distant land.
Across wind swept savannahs,
and oceans of salty tears that foam on distant shores,
her love-moans groan aloud in my head.
Such words rest on my brain,… Read full post »
In the first eddies of a blistering hot day-to-be
rolling waves of sun-ravaged wind cross the field between them,
and the parched land sees no respite in the skies above,
where an oven of air bakes the landscape crispend brown.
He kneels behind… Read full post »
Vapors graze this land.
Little cyclones eddy back and forth across the parchment of dirt,
where a young man’s dream of owing his own land,
slaps his face with a reality he will never lose.
Only mid 20s,
The Santa shaker
rested in the palm of his hand, with paint peeling off and the
beard barely noticeable. Only a faint curl of a alphabet letter
gave clue as to whether this was salt or pepper.
The shaker never left the table. It sat… Read full post »
Have a GREAT Christmas Holiday everyone, and remember......that pawing noise on your roof is not LadyMiko rating your blog!
Well..it COULD be...
More likely it is reindeer,...and where there are reindeer, there is reindeer poop. So wear your boots and have a reindeer pooper scooper handy… Read full post »
Wow Little Kate! You just won't back down, will you?
Three rounds of Iron Poet,..and you and a slew of other fabulous writers answer the bell each and every round with amazing poetry.
For those of you who wonder what this Iron Poet challenge thing is, here is an explanation… Read full post »
"There will be no Christmas for that child.
She’ll not make it that far. That's really tough!"
Her mom’s boyfriend threw her against a wall as a baby for crying too loudly,and the damage was so intense that all thought she’d die then…but she survived and the boyf… Read full post »
We each sit alone, unknown, statues adorning the hall’s edge,
where countless others have sat with nothing more than polite nods and smiles.
Yet this night differs as we view the soft white glow of the moon-nightlight,
and the stars spotlighting from the skies as a million fireflies on s… Read full post »
It was a chilled and frosty night.
I got a call at 3 am, by the sexiest dame I am married to;...the one that twists her head sideways and looks me over like a pile of rank dog manure, then asks me to make her a glass of tea with… Read full post »
Leave it to Marty'sHusband to coin the perfect title for this.
Little Kate has noted that J D Smith sets up writers on OS with occasional challenges on writing poetry, so she flipped the poetic coin on me in calling me out with her own challenge for me.… Read full post »
My responce to LITTLE KATE'S open call out of me.
Small fingers run deftly along the bark of the greying tree,
seeking a hand grip and a foot hold to a higher place;
I'm not sure where I met him.
I think it was a job years and years ago. Now I see him most Sundays at church.I've been going there for nearly 12 years now on a bet with God. (Never wager with the Big Guy...you'll lose.)
Steve was there when… Read full post »
Lightning edges along the near-night skies;
as bolts thrust their electric longings to earth.
A couple enveloped in vortexual bliss.
share the energy of the ravaging clouds;
&nb… Read full post »
I have an issue. I have picked up the “sensitive guy” label with a few of my female friends and acquaintances.
Actually, I have picked up that label with almost ALL of my female friends and acquaintances.
I am ok with that. But I think it is misplaced a bit.… Read full post »
You're facing tough times, my friend.
You've looked in the mirror, and you've decided that you are not up to the challenge of just getting by, let alone winning at life!
You've been feeling overwhelmed, and beaten. You've been feeling alone and ignored and forgotten.
Every time you've stood… Read full post »
I am not one who remembers dreaming much.
Intellectually, I know from past reading on the topic, as well as from conversations with family and friends…that dreaming is a constant companion at sleep. Why it is that some of us on the dusty planet can recall every detail of eve… Read full post »
I had a woman friend ask me a tough question today.
"J D, what is your ideas of what constitutes a "perfect" woman?"
Yes,. she was fishing around for compliments...but it is a question that has me thinking quite a bit. I told her I'd think on it and then… Read full post »
She stopped by my office the first time to comment on the picture of my wife and kids.
I had no idea who she was, and while I politely heard a bit about her dogs and her cat, I was in a hurry to get some work done for a soon-to-happen meeting,..so I begged… Read full post »
"Of what use is stunning beauty, if in your whole life, you have nothing to look forward to; nothing to dream of?" (from "Hopelessly Beautiful". the first installment of this story posted here on OS)
I suspected that Steph would have a very difficult time breaking the mold ha… Read full post »
With our backs to the prevailing winds,
each back spread wide to catch bursts that push us forward,
we sailed the wheaten field as adventurers,
with golden waves darting and dancing around us in gusty cadence.
The wind howled in our ears, and the sun beat upon our foreheads,… Read full post »
A lone light upon a single wooden post,
and around the corner a windmill,
paddling the cloudy buns of passing mists.
Rutted roads and grassy oasis in gravel,
crunch benea… Read full post »
The hand shakes a little.
She promised herself some early Beatles music for the shower this morning, in an effort to give herself the will to get out of bed and ready for another day of ledgers and numbers. But “Eleanor Ribgy” came on and she reaches dripping out of… Read full post »
A kettle gathers steam and whistles,
and all heads turn; quiet respect to a sound.
and to memories of places,
wh… Read full post »
I've really missed this place.
I suspected I'd miss it a little bit if I ever left of my own accord, but never really considered it on a permanent basis because of all the on line friends I have developed here. I was just moving onto my first blog-versery in… Read full post »