Magazine Posts

I may never see you,
One thing's for certain,
You will always be my friend.
in this life again.

What light, I see,
through dusty pane,
of wet sidewalks,
with more cold rain.

It's a new release,
I want to hear,
about the excitement,
when you are near.

I now understand,
I was a boy, not a man,
when I had my first,
one night stand.

A different feeling'
a different life,
before I was married,
to my lovely wife.

Why think
of those things,
events of the past,
which your memory brings.

My thoughts are
with you, today.
I worry so,
now I'll pray.

I see you
every day,
struck by
wasting away.

A shell
of the woman,
I love, still do,
as much as I can.

I am being spoiled,
Not complaining.
A warm feeling
Of love and respect.
Thank you, for caring.

I have been writing,
in two separate books.
Not sure I understand why.
Am I afraid of spooks?

The day before yesterday
was the same day,
it was today,
so, relax, be well,
as we get some warmth
in a revised Spring Day.

Pride Goethe,
before the fall.
Wait one minute,
is that all?

Have I asked you before,
if you wanted to go,
to the first performance,
of a brother, travelling show?

The music is unique,
in a peculiar way,
non rhyming words,
were asked not to stay.

Lessons were learned,
in the performance room,
don't allow bass drums,
to go Boom! Boom! Boom!

The windows rattled,
a breaking of glass,
crashing to the floor,
a performance blast.

A sugar-coated wafer,
or a chocolate tree,
is way too much sugar,
for diabetic me.

Whipped cream roses,
a marshmallow bush,
with jellybean path,
with Oreo crust.

On gossamer wings,
it states in a poem,
flying to somewhere,'
going back home.

The loneliest song,
I've ever heard,
the whispering voice
of a chirp less bird.

Telling me, this story,
you're telling me why,
it's ok for
a grown man to cry