The Way Things Used To Be


The Way Things Used To Be


Our home has become as lonely

as the last leaf on a dying tree

laughter no longer reverberate against walls

we consummated with our love

old arguments replay themselves endlessly

like a scratched record avoiding the next beat

the eerie shadows of who we once were

turn us into restless spirits of the night 

as we haunt ourselves with stained memories of

the way things used to be


Photo from Google Images

DISCLAIMER: This is fiction.


Beyond Repair


Beyond Repair




With love I recovered

all of her broken pieces.

With kisses I attempted

to heal her wounds.


trust never appeared,

her tears never ended.

How could I have known

she was broken

beyond repair.


Image borrowed from Google Images

Never Meant For You



Never Meant For You

Just because
you’re my grand obsession
my beautiful poetic muse
doesn’t mean these little words
were meant for you
we both know
there is a clock by my bed
that marks every lonely hour
you’re not by my side
that doesn’t mean
I wrote these words for you
yes, I admit
my lips ache for you
as I breathe your words
crave your prose
which flow through my burning veins
that doesn’t mean these words
were written for you
just because
you’re my north and my south
and I refuse to live
a day without your poetry
as your words fill me with joy
as your rhymes beat with my heart
don’t read between blurred lines
just get over it
these little words were
never meant for you

Hola.  Missed you.  Took a two week hiatus to rest. Lonely Author is well and still waiting for a surgery date. I have kept myself busy writing To Do lists.  Suddenly, after two boring weeks of thinking of To Do stuff to be done, I came to the conclusion I don’t have enough time to do the things on all of my To Do lists. So, the Chimp trashed them and decided to go back to writing.

I will drop by to visit all of you.  Thank you for all of the lovely messages.

Pretty Girl Unloved


The_Last_LeafPretty Girl Unloved

She was the last leaf on a dying tree
Hanging from a barren branch
Too frightened to be free
Unloving winds made her rock and sway
Disconnected from her twig
She was forever castaway

Unwanted and unnoticed she fell in dirt
She remained all alone there
With no one to cure her hurt
Dying in shadows with no sun above
She lay in the cold forever
Pretty girl unloved

Due to my crazy week this was another reblog.  Will be catching up with blogs and comments today.  Expect to get back to my regular schedule next week.

Have a great weekend.  Be happy. Be well.



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She loved him in loud silence
her heart cried out in quiet agony
every day that she went unnoticed
led to barren nights lost in chastity

She loved him from a distance
thought she worked by his side
they would be so perfect together
her insecurities dared not confide

She vowed to love him for eternity
her life lacked rhythm or rhyme
she would adore him in loud silence
With a heartfelt pantomime


This a reblog for anyone who may have missed it the first time and for my newer blogging friends.  Still struggling with the vision.  I have tried to keep up with the reading posts. WordPress still does not allow me to comment on blogs.  Miss the conversations.  I will reply on my blog today, if WordPress allows.

Wiahing all my friends the best.  Be happy. Be well.

Sightless Isabelle


Sightless Isabelle

Isabelle heard cries
of terrorism & wars.
It so frightened this
little girl. She felt the
hate & envy circulate
like an awful venom
through this world.

Sightless Isabelle lives
a happy life where love
& hope will always rise.
The child feels blessed
she never witnessed
hatred with her eyes

My wife Allie found this in Google Images.