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The patter of rain,
heard on the roof,
as droplets, the same
strike the window pane.
A sharp wind blows;
the water does spray
across the patio surface,
against the kitchen door.
Life is so uncertain,
in the Nation's History...
Why is my writing,
no longer legible?
Best go to bed
as it is past 4 in the morning.
Good night all.

Why am I remembering
a time so long ago,
when, as a child,
I first tried to thread
a needle?
Grab a piece of thread.
Put the end in your mouth.
Gently wet, twist and insert
into the eye of a needle.
It was difficult to do.
During many tries,
as my hands would shake.
I would keep trying.
Some the thread ends
would be mashed or
flattened and would not
go into the eye.
Return to step one
and keep trying
until the task is done.

I Will

Posted by MFishProfile 06/12/21 at 12:05AM Humor See more by MFish

I will see you again,
as our Souls are now linked,
by sinew, muscle, bone
and on paper with ink.
Another story of lost love,
is not what you think,
for it will pass all of time
through life, as I sink,
into the sorrow of missing
you and move to the brink,
for my love will live on
faster than you can blink.

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MFish • 06/13/2021 at 12:32AM • Like Profile

Thank you, Loy

I Am

Posted by MFishProfile 06/11/21 at 07:48AM Life Stories See more by MFish

I am the darkness,
you are the light.
When I make life gloomy,
you bring back the bright.
You bring forth True Pride
of my doing, you by my side.

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Carl • 06/11/2021 at 07:02PM • Like 1 Profile

I really like this one Jerry, nicely done

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MFish • 06/11/2021 at 11:58PM • Like Profile

Thank you, Carl. Appreciate it.

No More

Posted by MFishProfile 06/11/21 at 07:45AM Life Stories See more by MFish

No more music videos
for me to see,
as all I hear in my head,
is Tina Turner, belting out,
"We don't need another hero."
Night after night, I struggle
again to write these words.
It is a distraction, to me.
This process of writing is absurd,
for, I not only hear words for the song
but also have visions of Mrs. Turner,
shimmering and shaking,
in her glittering skirt..
She had the movement and the voice,
as I recall. It was in the 70's and
the music was all we had in this
Land of Ours, with loud engines,
motorcycles and fast cars.
Now if this wasn't annoying enough,
Tina also sang "Proud Mary". It was
also great listening at that time in our life.

Sheep in the meadow,
cow in the corn,
I swear my bones ached,
since the day I was born,
on the dining room table,
of my grandparents house.
Delivered by a mid-wife,
no Doctor or Hospital there,
in the middle of December
and the cold Winter air.
No central heating,
no broadcast TV,
only a radio on
to hear the news
about what happened
in the World yesterday.
All of the noise
and not much to hear,
outdoor plumbing was
the current thing,
with running water,
pumped from a well

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Loy • 06/11/2021 at 08:23PM • Like 1 Profile

Great poem/story — I can’t help but think your mother’s bones ached from this delivery too!

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MFish • 06/12/2021 at 12:03AM • Like Profile

Thank you. I'm sure, in the day and time, of less than modern medicine, she hurt, a lot. She had to be afraid as it was her first delivery. She was 19.


Posted by MFishProfile 06/09/21 at 10:50PM Life Stories See more by MFish

Why am I upset,
when you're talking
to me?
Are there reasons
or a mystery?
You will say things,
"there are people here,
who I don't know?"
I look and what I
see is a TV show.
You cannot discern,
what's seen on TV,
with the reality of life.
I hurt for you,
as I must understand,
there is no malice.
You don't have command
of your thoughts,
on any night or day.
Why is God
treating you this way?

Can a Mind

Posted by MFishProfile 06/09/21 at 10:48PM Life Stories See more by MFish

Can a mind run dry of words?
It probably can, although it's not normal.
To stop writing? There isn't a clue,
so to this question, I answer,
"Please don't ask again as I am lost
and looking for an old friend."
Saying or writing this terrible line,
should make me humble, as I whine.
Please let me write, leave me be.
I have developed more love
of people like you.
Sorry, I can't help it for it is what
I do. Fickle? I suppose those words
describe this aged, old man
for I'm sure God has a plan, for
these rambling words of mine,
which flow over the land.
I may not know but you may
think on the subject and understand.

Her Lips

Posted by MFishProfile 06/08/21 at 01:25PM Flashback See more by MFish

Her lips were red,
the color of cherries,
her eyes sparkled now.
The breath of her mouth,
was moist on your neck, bare,
as your heart was a flutter
and you thought of love,
with the soft music playing,
quite close and near,
was how it happened ,
when you a young lad,
hugged your first girl.
I hope it was then
and will happen once more,
before life is at end
with Death near the door.


Posted by MFishProfile 06/06/21 at 10:29AM Life Stories See more by MFish

Please pay attention
to the words which I write,
for you may see a change,
gaining an advantage and insight
of my mind, as it wanders,
from source to another site.
Writing of things; making no sense
or sitting in the middle of the proverbial fence.
The path of this life's gone;
will not return here, anymore
for all of my writings
will lay on the floor,
waiting for someone to soon say
The end is over, he's gone away.

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