Tag Archives: love

Broken Heart

2017 began on a beautiful note. I saw my beloved granddaughter Jan 2, (whom I hardly ever get to see) who is happy and excited after completing her first quarter as a freshman in college. Seeing her is the greatest … Continue reading

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Death, Dying, Life, and Living

We are born to die. Not that death is the goal, just that we are not meant to live indefinitely. Generally, most of us, want to stay here in this thing we experience as life, in this consciousness, this earth … Continue reading

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Drunks

We both drank. We were both drunk assholes. In the beginning, it was great. We laughed, pointing out absurdities, which this world is full of. We were cynical, sarcastic, sardonic. He was a skeptic, a pessimist. So was I. We … Continue reading

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Brief Candle

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day; to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a … Continue reading

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Strange Night, a poem

He started saying, “Sometimes I think I’m going to lose you.” It surprised me. Why would he say this? Why would he think this? There was no doubt in my mind. I wanted to spend the rest of my life … Continue reading

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Smokes – A Poem

Who the hell told you I needed your fucking advice? Where did you get the idea that I needed you to tell me what I need to do? I didn’t ask. What do you mean, “I need to get out … Continue reading

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Beauty and the Beast – a poem

Normally, I incorporate dark humor in my poetry. This morning I’m feeling more serious. Beauty and the Beast I guess you’re gone. I’m sorry to see you go. But I won’t cry. One day we die. That’s a guarantee. So, … Continue reading

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