Category: Poems

A Bottle of Booze Will Do

Being sober fills the inside of my head and scrapes the back of my eyes with unjust images and words, like incest, spousal abuse, and kids so hungry they eat their own.   I can’t be without booze obliterating the wounds society has assigned to me   Well you can say goodbye, but please don’t…



Poetry at work!

 



Reaching for the Moon

When on a date with a woman I’ve recently met, I’m soon wishing I was alone, until I met a brightly shining star hovering above the crowd of single women I know.   To her life is glorious and her enthusiasm is contagious. When I’m with her, I’m happy that I’m alive and dream of…



Who’s To Blame

My subconscious sent words through email a week ago, and created thoughts I never would have had if, they weren’t hidden in the membranes of my sensible mind. If I had been aware, I would have edited and revised.   Sex is what it’s all about, and wants to be let out, so those thoughts…



A Little Verse by Joe!

This little verse is jealous of the poetry tucked away until today,   and the words I use in it aren’t pretty and don’t matter to me.   If it knew I’m not the one who makes the choice of all the words under the sun,   and my fingers dance to ideas flowing through…



Impulsively

Impulsively A cautionary word is what I need when I begin to think and see a hike I like, or a river to kayak on, or a beautiful girl to love. When I impulsively do things as I have during my life as if there were no strings, I now have to pay with pain…



Brave

When I began, I was an honest man. I admit to having faults, but wonder If other men are like me who try not to die and shirk from responsibility and common sense at times. As a man I brag about all the times I showed how brave I’ve been. The speeds I reached while…



Last Poem

This, I swear with despair, is true, when I met her, words already in my mind from living so many years weighed down my thoughts until she spoke and opened my eyes to words written by an artist and poetess like her could lift the weight from my muse and allow my simple words to…



Love What

I worry that at the closing of the day, I may run out and will be lost without, so I take the shortest route to replenish my supply of the one thing I need to color the wings of my world with shades of gold If I go without, darkness descends and I get what…



WHY

Why did it have to be like that? Why must all things die? why am I alive and how long will I survive? Why do I have these thoughts night and day and why do they stay? Why can’t I accept while asleep or awake what’s common sense, and never ask a question that gives…