Tag: poem

  • to Freedom

    to Freedom

    i sleep now
without 
anxious dreams 
of losing you

i’m not flirting 
anymore 

you are home 

i’ll defend you 
til death do us part

  • Note to Heart, Mind

    Note to Heart, Mind Head led me to a balanced equation. Heart said some integers feel better than others. Ya’ll never conversated with each other. It’s time to know what’s up and understand.

  • He Said She Said We Said

    He Said She Said We Said

     I’ve been performing this poem for more than a decade…but it seems timely…

  • Cuntry Grab

    slaves paths paved fathers founding free ejacular college lock her rooms dark sons dark daughters dark secrets times three over five equals

  • Protect Water Protectors

    Protect Water Protectors

    Will your children drink when the supply of plastic bottles runs dry and floats in a dead sea, devolved from you, me and the idea of private property?

  • Protect Water Protectors

    Protect Water Protectors

    Will your children drink when the supply of plastic bottles runs dry and floats in a dead sea, devolved from you, me and the idea of private property?

  • Turtle Battle

    they call it a Snapping Turtle Paddle Battle for the Biggest Babe Blowing Bubbles at the Bottom.

  • Flowering Fern

    a fern that flowers is not a fern

  • Perfect Marriage

    Cabbage and Cauliflower Stringbeans and Squash Pop Corn and Corn Meal

  • Relocation

    when a bee goes by it is good to see knowing it knows its way to work

  • fresh bread

    still warm and steamy with butter with honey with grape jelly with cheese

  • Memory and Perception

    what i remember is my perception of what was happening and what happened before what was happening and what happened

  • A Mother of a Day

    is a Different thing from Mother’s Day. The Name “Mother” of a Day speaks for itself too

  • A Wild Visit

    she announced herself in the early morning as if in a dream but wasn’t satisfied with that. she wanted to be recognized and appreciated for who she was not a peacock and not a songbird either, calling for her mate with a quarrelsome unmistakable voice playing hide and seek between the garden and the rooftops.