While often taken for granted
The 'hug' can actually be
A very powerful entity
On it's own... more »
That's what she said...
'The flies are angry'
I figured she ought to know
Given the fact... more »
***This is part six of a seven part series...it is suggested that you read the 'Just a Gumshoe' series first, followed by parts 1 to 5 of this series poem, before reading part 6. I hope you enjoy! ! ...... more »
***Please read parts 1-6 of this poem first...It follows a previous poem 'Just a Gumshoe'...Hope you enjoy! ***
Sam and Dawn had decided
To walk along the beach... more »
When the web begins unravelling
As no doubt it surely will
Will you take that leap of faith
Or mend it even still?... more »
I drove 'round the bend
And there it was...
Staring me right smack in the face
And sending chills down my spine... more »
Please laugh with me (not AT)
As I share my morning adventure with you
Ok...so... more »
I invite you...
To walk in my boots if you will
Your feet must be tired and sore
After walking in those pointy things!... more »
Maybe it was fate
That drew her in
When she was already
Running very late...... more »
Wouldn't life just be easier
For many in the crowd
If we just renamed the day
And kept the music loud... more »
'Where will Grandpa go? '
'What do you mean? '
'His mind...where will his mind go? '... more »
While the city sleeps
I roam the streets
Feeling a sense...
Of contentment and peace... more »
Life...flits quickly by
It's tentative at best
And so today I capture it...
I know that I've been blessed... more »
Sir Walter Scott once said...
'Oh what a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive'... more »
I'm inspired...to pour my feelings out
I knew it would return one day
Of that there was no doubt... more »
I would have liked to have said...
I knew her well
But I didn't
I would have loved the opportunity... more »
Well...aren't we all?
Those discs can't last forever!... more »
This is the day...
Of the year that is strange
This is the day...
Of a year marked for change... more »
She had come to think of herself
As a cold hearted Bitch
She reasoned that...
She must have been... more »
My instructions to him were clear...
Take no prisoners!
Kill every last one of them! !... more »
Sometimes, a conscious effort must be made
To remind myself a poem is not for me
When I read them..they appeal to my heart
And let me feel the way I'd like to be... more »
There once was a pilot named Mike,
Who flew heli's for profit and fun
One day he flew higher
Than ever before,... more »
As I stand here
With feet in sculpted sand
I look out to sea
For guidance perhaps...... more »
If, on this night so dark and dreary
You find yourself depressed and weary
And contemplate the various ways
That you might end it all...... more »
'Yes...Miss Dee Daffodil..
This is Home Phone Telemarketing...'... more »
A few days ago
We went to the beach...
Beautiful white sand dunes!... more »
A week had passed
And he had curled up inside his bottle
Shaken...no rocks!... more »
It's pouring on the outside
Rain and thunder too! !
Raindrops keep on falling
There's nothing I can do... more »
Please let it be clear...
You've got me worked up...
With your thousand yard stare!... more »
Thunderstorms remind me...
Of days long ago
When I sat safely nestled inside
Our front porch... more »
Learning to truly love oneself...
A bit longer
The negative scripts
Developed over years
Can only be done
Step by step
Day by day
In a loving way
There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who kept all of his plumes in one bucket,
One day he fell down,
Spilling all of his 'down',
And exclaimed in a huff...'well, pluck it! ! '
1982 written by Dee Daffodil (H.W)