Linda Winchell Poems

Another dead chicken, sitting silent in her roost
didn't make me happy, gave my heart the sadness boost.
It was late at night, when evil predators came
reeking havoc in our henny's home,
...

Could I love you more tomorrow
then I love you now today?
to feel the depth of my love for you
evertime you go away?
...

I think my mind is broken?
I think my trap has sprung?
I can't keep anything in it for long,
It falls out before my thoughts begun!
...

Cherry blossoms on the tree,
Their scent of sweetness is divine.
There are grapes and berries in the woods,
Springing forth upon their vines.
...

We seem to crave a life of instant gratification
without exerting any real perspiration.
But it all may be in our own fantasies imagination.
Feeling this need of that material supplication.
...

Be it of, my mind, body and soul
I am now becoming more concerned
about death and growing old!
...

Celery, carrots, chicken with stock
cooked in a pan, served up pipping hot!
Throw in some homemade dumplings
all fluffy and white like clouds.
...

Skirts go up, skirts go down!
butt cracks showing
oversized underware blowing
pants now falling down!
...

I read so many other poet's poems
one seems better than the last!
Of love and pain, joy and sorrow
ones furture and that of the past.
...

Colors seem to fade
Into Black and white.
They blend into shades of grey
As they’re blended into the dark of night.
...