poetry
by Mary Ellen Johnson (if you don’t even know what clotheslines are, better skip this) There is one thing that’s left out. We had a long wooden pole (clothes pole) that was used to push the clotheslines up so that longer items (sheets/pants/etc.) didn’t brush the ground and get dirty. And now a POEM… A …
by William Karry Kent You color my dreams with laughter you give comfort as I sleep your smile, your touch refresh my heart my eyes never again will weep Your soft whisper soothes my soul like a calm breeze on the sea and tickles me like magic as you lay softly next to me yes, …
by William Karry Kent She got the Harley and all the cash I got the scooter without the dash She rides high and mighty Around The Dragon’s Tail I ride the dirt roads And Lord its pure hell But I’ve still got my sanity That she wanted to crush And when Susie stops by She …
by William Karry Kent He comes in from work all dusty and tired another day in the pits and lardy is he wired? He goes to his back porch opens the frig he prays it won’t take him to another Viet Nam ridge he sips on a cold one and settles right down that’s when …
by Mary Ellen Johnson Excitement and reluctance glimmered ahead New job, new city, new friends, new apartment waited For the transformation and independence of the new life. Was I ready, did I know? Nt a clue that Life as I knew would usher in such deep studies and emotion. The new world ahead was a …
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by Valerie Millar It was Christmas morning slow and relaxed When my four-legged children Sandy and Max Began playing and sharing, with their toys, while I was throwing up on the floor. It wasn’t long before Sandy got both toys stuck in her mouth While Max sat quietly next to me on the couch. And …
By Mary Ellen Johnson Salt licks my faceAs I plunge into the sea,Churning waves race to shoreAlive, in wild abandon, ruthless and free. What tales could the ripples tellOf adventures far and near,Places you’ve been?If only my ears could hear. What creatures have been birthedIn your watery embrace,What horrid deeds have you tossedIn abandoned disgrace? …
by Mary Ellen Johnson How can I describe her beauty?It came from within, a life well livedTravel and adventures swelled withinA body that failed her when the spirit dimmedThe keen mind, the determination could not prevailAs the husband, daughter, mother, fathers, colleaguesDespaired in the few days that remained,She said her goodbyes with the strength she …
By Maria Boling Mama sewed my wedding dress. She did. She surely did.So starlight white and long it was with pearls around the waist.Wore that gown only once I did. Just once I surely did. I waited at the church I did. Everyone waited. We did. We surely did.Bouquets wilted and punch grew warm it …
