Biography of alex haywood
OK - finally got around to giving mundane bio info. My father is a Texan and my mother is from Turkey so that makes me Texish I guess (or Turksan?) I grew up half in the US and half there and lived in different places so I don't know where to call home anymore. Moved to Ft. Lauderdale from Phoenix where my father had retired and where I ended up going to college so that will serve just as well. I'm widowed and have 3 kids, enjoy music, quiet walks on the beach.... sorry I digress... I'm a right brain kind of person working in an extremely left brain environment which keeps my life challenging. I am very liberal in politics and social issues but lately have learned to take things with a grain of salt. Although not religious (and not too fond of organized religion AT ALL) I am spiritual and try to be the best person I can be even if I fail at times... who needs the bad karma? I do enjoy life, I love going out to dinner and to party and do have an adventurous streak that have caught some of my friends by surprise at times. Maybe I'll surprise you one day. Namaste - -
alex haywood's Works:
alex haywood Poems
Isn't it wonderful that when it's time to go you don't and when it's time to come
What if our only purpose in life among all that we do is to utter one word or do one deed
Indian summer Sweltering heat Our bodies slick
First Time In A Long Time
Today I danced while cooking kind of slow, hesitant at first like the kids smiles watching mom-dad
I Crave Your Mouth
I crave your mouth in a way that makes me think I want to make up for the chastity of my youth
I already know how it feels to love with a poet's passion Yet I've never been the object
A Sip Or Two?
I kissed my wine the cool liquid on my lips such a contrast to hers yet the taste
I'Ve Broken A Feather
I've broken a feather can't fly anymore the winds that once carried me won't work their magic
I cast a stone at the sky hoping for some kind of sound A phantom feeling answered me rain on rainy ground
I Want To See You Again
My every thought ends in an exclamation mark today and each one like a papercut shreads me.
Sensuous day today. The morning coffee caressed my tongue the car glided down I-95
You Know Everything
You know rain drops why a spruce is tall the vastness of the sky the reason stars don't fall
Funny I don't remember the first birth I remember my mother being your mother
Maybe.. After All
A sad relief sweeps over me now that parting is decided All talked out our minds drift in to their individual boxes
The ocean has claimed her ashes,
The skies the well wishers.
The quartet plays on
I conduct, I panic
I don't want to be King
I panic, I shop
Fridge full, bellies full, minds dull
To be momdad is hard!