Coffee in a glass
Iced coffee in a glass
There is no sweeter substance
Than coffee in a glass
Category: Short Poems
Circles
Running in circles again
Dancing polka in my mind
Wanting to know if and when
The meaning of life I will find
Fullest
These drab walls can’t hold
A lifetime of words
Of love
Of life
Nor can any
No walls
No windows
No ceilings
Could possibly contain
So we turn to nature
Perhaps there
Our wings could spread
Fullest
Grey
Grey and dreary days
Make one’s heart weary
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What hour decides a person’s fate?
Which new fork in the road?
When’s going back not possible?
Why go forward at all?
Antique store
So many treasures
From all across the wide world
Hist’ry in a room
Nary a thought
I had not oft questioned my earthly path
Until I found the road came to an end—
Not just an end, a cliff before me then—
No way to turn but back to what I knew
And question then did I all that I knew
The birds, the skies, my God, the very ground
Each thing that once was sure I’ve questioned since
My path was found to end with nar’ a thought
I am not an astronaut
‘Reach for the stars,’ they say
‘And you’ll make it someday’
Believing fully in the pow’r of will
That with naught but your dream,
With riches you will teem!
Forgot have they that which will my dream kill:
I
Am
Not
An
Astronaut
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Thinking of beaches
Warm sand and sun
Lost in a heavenly dream
Sonnet 11 – Breakdown
Alas! As if my brain had turnt to sludge
I’ve lost my will to write; each lonely drop
Of creativity won’t spark, won’t budge
They each insist they cease, desist, and stop
My lexicon’s diminished, torn to shreds
I’m scarce able to rhyme, resigned to plod
Along all day until it’s time for bed(s)
And write, ‘blah blah, blah blah, blah blah, blah blah’.(d)
Not long before the meter will succumb
To frazzled, twisted thoughts that can’t quite form
Coherent, structured sentences dumb
They make so little sense anymore
Perhaps I’ll turn to reading now instead
Perhaps somehow it can reset my head
A Poem A Day 