Goo Goo Dolls!

Goo Goo Dolls, "Black Balloon"


"A thousand other boys could never reach you
How could I have been the one
I saw the world spin beneath you
And scatter like ice from the spoon
That was your womb"

So, um, really? He said it that way,
What does it even mean?
Corny, at best, a very weird day
A crazy man on the scene,




In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!

 

Blind Escort

A blind man led a blind gal
To a ditch without falling,
Skirting round friendly ol Sal;
Blind, but he had come calling,

"Wait, I've a message for you,
Just a moment of your time,
A minute most, maybe two
And a song and dance sublime.


---An Ae Freislighe



In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!

Life of a Language

Each day, a language dies somewhere,
an expressive medium declaring beauty,
sadness,
profound skin-shaking
deep-seeded
volcanic joy,
A unique language to a people expressing
a unique people in a language accepting
that their words are life.







In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!

Sounds Like Tool

We merely insert Synonyms
those toiling at alphabet keys
All's been said double homonym,
Breaking the rules? Oh come now, please,

Dirging and swilling
all's the while
parting ways with chains
and rules. And tools.




In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!

ERASURE

The rain came harder

larger drops,

miniature marshmallows,

more and more of it,

Grandma's flowerbed right

outside the front window.

The gray light filtering down through the rain

in a dream, a nightmare,

while watching for Daddy to come home

from working in the woods.

---An Erasure

 

 

 

In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fickle Plastics

The people cried out against the trees
"Cut 'em down, we'll be down on our knees
wanting all the green gems back here again,"
We've oceans of plastic to appease.


--- A Gwawdodyn




In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!

Not So Cute!

Having a tea with mother and my friend,
I asked Mom, "As a baby was I cute?"
She smiled, brushing out my tangled locks
Saying I'd been happy, and cute to boot,

I sat there on the couch in front of Mom
As she brushed and brushed my so tangled hair
Fingers happening upon her Winstons
And flipping them into her coffee there,

"Oh", Mom says, surprised and at such a loss,
Should she cry, laugh, what to do with this girl
What's to be done about such a strange thing
As tobacco swirling in a cup-twirl?

"I will say, though," Mom reflexively cries,
"You're cute no more though. Please, God bless my eyes."






In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!