yet dependable enough
to place a gleam in eyes
a smile upon faces
reliving good old days
when life was not a race
between traffic lights
while caught up hypnotized
by a text message
that could have waited
perhaps saved a life

Live at the scene

live at the scene

I’m here
reporting live at the scene
of heartbreak.
Many tears have fallen down
causing flash flooding
People are moving about
but no sound is heard
as onlookers ask
is this the end.
is where the hurt begins
to settle in
this is not pretend.
Camera’s flash
as puddles form on the pavement
grieving is placed on hold
until it splashes on the front
of love’s face
where others will judge
rush off to another day
never knowing it could be them next.




An ability to smile
between heartaches, demons
hidden deep in a soul
but worn to bring sunshine
to others on days
much like a clown
when the circus is in town.

Protecting you

protecting you

Protecting you from raindrops
any time you need
an umbrella I’ll hold with honor
for we all want someone
to keep us safe and dry
so time can be spent in happiness
not wiping tears from eyes.
With a heart I listen
to those who need comfort
walk through storms
because friends after skies turn blue
are willing to do the same
because love is a movement
hearts stay true.
With a heart, felt
many hands in mine
as I battled demons, loss
knew the grace of love
wrapped in a blanket of trust
which provided strength
to march on under an umbrella
held with love.

Check out a few pics on my photo page when time permits


Recliner love

recliner love

Recliner love of hers
he sits
remote in lap
in his comfy recliner
then says
bring me a beer
that’s only 12 feet away
for he has her
to give him love.
The remote
buttons waiting on
his command
she silently waits
to fill his hand
with a beer
and feels wanted.
He changes the channel
changes his mind
she waits for
her time.

It takes more

it takes more

To know beauty

it takes a heart

to feel love

it takes more.

To reside on earth

it takes courage

to understand

it takes more.


At the recyclable tears fountain

at the recycle tears fountain

At the recyclable tears fountain
we stood as one
no exchange of words
just holding hands, praying
this doesn’t happen again
to us, or anyone.

She lived

She lived
in a bubble
behind shaded windows, locked doors
stepped lightly on broken glass left behind
when her heart accepted the truth
that love hurt too deep
when her dream departed,
the creep!

She lived with tears, breakdowns
occasional screams
pausing just long enough to fill her glass
with cheap boxed wine she bought
in bulk back in 1999.

She lived with 3 cats named
Oh, My and God
a dog named Orgy, a parakeet
who had special needs
or should I say, Hog,
was an alcoholic, needed whiskey everyday.

She lived next door to a 7-11
would venture out after dark
grab some nachos with extra cheese
always wore sunglasses, gaudy slippers
bought at K Mart, in 1973.

She lived most of her time
in a kitchen decorated in 1982
yucky yellow, with grease and smoke stains
where she drank two day old coffee
out of plastic disposable cups
so as to avoid aggravating her hip pain
having to do dishes.

She lived her last days online
trolling WordPress
never leaving comments, just likes
didn’t own a decent camera
so she had nothing to post
except re-shares
pretending to be a host.

She lived in her bubble
spent quality time going crazy
always complaining about a linoleum floor
installed in 1964, when she started listening to
The Beatles, instead of Hank.
She lived to hear mice chewing under her refrigerator
enjoyed watching her fish float to the top
wishing she had scuba gear to save them
from drowning, her worst fear.

She lived with a vivid imagination
wrote poetry that never rhymed
with her number two pencils she bought
at a local five and dime
most of the time wrote about her love
Don Juan,
a ferret that was blind.

My aunt lived
to be my hero.




Dinner guests


Dinner guests
travelers with long necks
with strings attached
begging to be touched
brought to life.
Obliging their request
placed each one in my lap
felt them breathe as I hummed
my fingers slowly gliding
up and down they smiled
in return giving me
to fly beyond yesterdays
losses that haunt me
so much.

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