Magazine Posts

I am concerned.
My heart lies in shreds.
I'll see my Doctor
to receive more meds.

Stepping into the traffic,
Stare down a bus.
Hitting their brakes,
Hear them all cuss.
"You crazy, old fool"
What did you do?
Are you so foolish?
Is it really you?

My writings
in this most
recent of time,
do not stand alone,
and probably won't rhyme.

Love is in bloom,
yet it isn't Spring.
When love bites,
you feel a slight sting,
including the promises
of what love will bring.

A song,
He sang,
Was sung,
for hours
in the
car and
in the
hot shower.

You think you're cute.
I know that you do.
You still have my love
and your friend does too.

Stay away from your window.
Don't look out your door,
for there are temptations, outside
looking for you once more.

She was a
big, bottomed girl,
I saw ahead of me.
Not an exception, of course.
It was the rear of my horse.

Shut the door,
turn out the light,
my power usage
is now out of sight.

To heat the air,
from outside to in,
makes little sense,
so let us begin.

Turn off the lights,
when you exit a room.
Close the door,
avoiding the air leak
and of energy costs,
of which we speak.

When you are writing,
there are some things,
which cause a big ripple.
It is the elusive use of
the dangling participle.

My love for another,
is not what you think.
There is no carousing,
or imbibing in drink.
A newfound affection,
the four legged kind,
your newest companion,
a loyal one too.
Here is a, new
puppy for you.
A small Pug,
will have to do.

This World we live in,
by the grace of God,
is best enjoyed
on top of the sod.