I'm sitting contemplating where we are today. Comparing it to where we came from. I started to wonder, are we truly better off today than yesterday? We have this thing called the internet. It connects us to the outside world. Our friends are over the world today, but not the ones that live next door. We all have cell phones today. Virtually attached to our hips. Just so that if someone needs us, this very minute, they can...

I wake in the morningAnd rouse out from my bedVisions of yesterdayStill dancing in my head. Down the hall, I do walkTrying not to stumbleThoughts and words come to meThey're all in a jumble. To that place in the houseFinally make my wayTis here that I beginThe dawn of brand new day. There I push a buttonMagic elixir you seeI need you so badlyJust to return to me. It is not in a rushIt takes its time to cookIt takes eterni...

I do not know what I really ownSomething held by me all alone. Something I can show for all to seeAn object that belongs to only me. The most valued is not really a thingBut happiness and joy to me it brings. It is just words appearing on my screenThey speak to me of what may have been. They come to me in messages on endWe talk together and then hit send. A friend out there I will never seeTis the only way it will ever be...

I've suddenly gotten old I'm rather set in my waysBut when I go dining outI'm the one that has to pay. Some like the one eateryThey claim it's almost heavenTo me that place is notI just call it Barf Evans. Another sits on every cornerWith arches of gold on siteThe food there is terribleIt tastes of ground up tripe. Other places are mere copiesAll over our fine landThe food is always the sameKind of tasteless and bland Giv...

It is vaster than the open plainsIt is higher than the mountain peaksIt is deeper than the oceansIt is warmer than the sun.It is stronger than a mighty bullIt is softer than a kittenIt is tender as a child's embraceIt gives on quarterIt lifts you when you are downIt tells you that you matterIt defends you against yourselfIt shows you that you are specialIt is given without reservationIt stays as long as it takesIt cradles...

She came to me As a friend request I excepted her offer Thinking it was best. She read my works Thought I was good I read some of hersAs I should. We chat and laugh Black Boxes untold True soulmate found More to unfold. There would I be This night so late Ne'er seen her face That is my fate The price I payI'll play my partFor I have seenInside her heart Just one more BoxGreat friend now found "I have to leave"Happiness un...

He's outside in the backyardDeep in his own thoughtsWhen thunder claps overheadIn the present, no longer lost. He hears the rain comingWalking across the forest floorRunning to the house for safetyAs close as the backdoor. The storms strikes with voracityPelting the window and paneDeep within him the noiseRaises his internal pain. Sheets of rain continueTo claw at the window glassWhile inside him a larger stormReminders h...

Sleep, Oh beautiful sleep Let me rest softly For I am so tired Sleep, Oh beautiful sleep Sleep, Oh restful sleep Let me lie down Just one more time Sleep, Oh restful sleep Sleep, Oh warming sleep Let me retire now Under your thick green blanket Sleep, Oh warming sleep Sleep, Oh wonderful sleep Let me dream again Of those long past Sleep, Oh wonderful sleep Sleep, Oh lovely sleep Let me remove my burdens For I am so worn S...

I'm sitting at my computerA story I want to writeAll I need are the wordsTo make it come out right. Just an idea or a thoughtTo write the next great bookThe computer screen is blankGiving me a dirty look. The words are there I knowJust where, I can not tellThey're deep inside of meNot at this time, Oh swell. I try to think of a lineTo get me started todayDo all writers face thisOr am I only this way? I type in an ideaThen...

He couldn't sleep and was sitting in the living room trying to find something on TV. Over 100 channels, he thought to himself, and there's still nothing to watch. It was now nearly midnight. His wife had already gone to bed earlier that evening. Turning off the TV, he rose to look out the window. The full moon's light illuminating the backyard. Thinking a small walk would relax him. He went out the back door and toward th...

Three little kobe fish swimming in a poolShawl on her shoulder the days rather coolSitting and watching the waters gentle wavesDoppled sunlight reflects, her thoughts were to saveA book of poetry rests there in her handAs her husband is off again, gone overlandA gift from her lover and her best friendTestament of their love will never ever endHe left her this morn long before the days breakAnother two week business trip h...

I would like to relate to you a little story. As some of you know, if you've read my profile, I did at one time do Civil War reenacting. Shortly after I started, I met another reenactor whose name was Neil. The irony behind this meeting was that we were nearly identical. This attribute we used to full advantage during our years of reenacting. I was a member of the unit who was part of The Iron Brigade from Indiana, while...

Upon their bed both do lieHer on her side just rightAnd him right behindSpooned together this tonight. His hand is on her stomachPulling her closer and tightWhile she feels his warmthLying there together tonight. He runs a finger down to her hipShe slyly gives him a wiggleComing back to the special placeThat always makes her giggle. She turns to face him nowJust to look upon his faceSmall kiss on his lipsSeveral gently th...

I lie here in bed tonightMy wife sleeping in my sightQuiet is her breathing nowBreaks the silence of this night. Sometimes I wonder if a past loverWere lying here in your placeI cannot recall all their namesAt times not even their face. But all I see now is youSleeping near me on our bedI don’t know what life would beIf they were here in your sted. We've been through much in marriageTroubles faced through these yearsWe've...

Before any of you think that the story is about that little boy and swaddling clothing, it's not. JC was a shiny new bicycle I received one Christmas. It was bright red and white with chrome trim and a tank with a horn. It came from Sears Roebuck, whose in-house label for sporting goods was JC Higgins. So that's what I called my new bicycle, JC. JC was my mighty steed that would take me to faraway places. I would ride him...