Sometimes, I feel just like Waffle House hash browns… …scattered …smothered …covered …chunked …diced …peppered …capped …and topped. But at least I am country. Other times, I just feel like Waffle House hash browns. Know what I mean?
Tag: Poetry
Things I Ain’t
I ain’t never been nowhere I didn’t go to get there I ain’t never done a thing I didn’t do [br] I ain’t never spoke a word I didn’t think of And hardly thought a word I didn’t say [br] I ain’t never owned a thing I didn’t have I ain’t never prayed a prayer…
Love is not a poem
[br] Love is not a feeling but nothing feels better than to love and be loved [br] Love is not an emotion but the emotions run wild, soar and ebb because of love [br] Love is not an action but no one springs to action like the one driven by love [br] Love is not…
God Bless the Lesser Lights: The Undistinguished, Unextinguished.
Lesser Lights | An Original Poem God bless the lesser lights: Those lives lived on a small scale; Those names that never lit a neon sign, Nor graced a magazine cover, But are forever etched in stone In mostly-neglected, weed-strewn tombstone; Whose memory is faded, even to those that loved them. Their time…
Irony (or Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire)
I don’t miss you when we’re apart. I am just as well without you. I don’t need your approval. Your opinion doesn’t matter to me. You’re just another pretty face. There are plenty of fish in the sea. You aren’t the best thing about me. My every heartbeat doesn’t echo your name. I won’t love…
9/11: One Moment, Please
One silent moment A thing so small To offer those Whose loss was all. One wordless prayer One teary eye One more bowed knee One last goodbye One vow that we Whose hearts beat still Have not forgot And never will One still, small voice Says, Do not fear I feel your pain And silence,…
Come See About Me—A Call to Action
Come See About Me I’m a fatherless child ‘Cause my Daddy’s gone; I’m a widowed woman, Now on my own; I’m a disabled child, Watching other kids play; I’m a man on the street, Who’s lost his way; I’m an overwhelmed Dad With bills I can’t pay; I’m the pet who got lost— They call…
I Have Never Been to Ireland, But I Do Love a Limerick
The kid in me has always loved a limerick. And why not? What’s not to like? The cadence is fun, the rhyming is satisfying, and the message is usually just silly or funny in some kind of way. Actually, I have been obsessed with the Irish and their lyrical, poetic ways for years. I…
Haiku You Do? ( A Random Offering in Verse, Japanese Style)
[picappgallerysingle id=”236773″]Before we begin, let’s get a working definition of a Haiku Poem. Here is the best one I found: A haiku is a non-rhymed verse genre. In Japanese, haiku has five sounds in the first part, seven in the second, and five again in the last part (they count sounds, not strictly syllables,…
Ode To Wash: The Way Baseball Go (To the Tune of The Night Before Christmas)
Twas the night after Halloween and all through the stands Not a soul was silent, not one single fan. Their signs were all made and displayed with flair In hopes of a win they would all get to share. ***** The fans were all decked in their blue and their red, With visions…