Pardon me, miss, have you time for a poll? No, not today. I'm out for a stroll. That's okay, ma'am, while you stroll I can poll! All right, I suppose, if you poll while I stroll... Do you plan to vote in the presidential race? Oh, yes! Not voting is a terrible disgrace! Tell me a bit as to how you'll choose— If you could, please share your views! Well— I do not like the orange man I do not like his Muslim ban I do not lik...

The sun does not set onThis face of mine,Nor soar on wings of fire to me,Nor rush to greet me,Kiss me, leave me,Nor burn and scorch the skin from me.It is I who moves awayWithdrawnFrom light and lifeAll blazing bright andCloistered inMy rising run,The weight of spiritLeft behind.In darkness seeps the weeping soul,The river dry yetFlowing slow,Still, from diamond dropsI riseAnd leave the day to grow star-shocked.Not I,Not...

Funny how true love prevailsEven after those dark daysBack to our life fairy-taleIn bad times, I did prayWe're both in a better placeLove is back and here to stayWe now always touch baseWe can talk and have lots to sayLaughter fills our rooms I feel I have my friend backNo more sadness or gloomOur love is back on trackSeventeen years this SeptemberI've loved you each and every dayWe met one night in NovemberNear the jukeb...

I often am questioned, on decisions I've taken.Why my help for some women,leaves me often forsaken."I have a need to saveevery woman that's broken"is often the words,that are bandied and spoken. To understand me,you need understand this.Why I help all the womenstaring at the abyss.If you can picture a child,at the age of "Still learning".Where all things are still wondrous,to a young mind discerning.His tiny mind can't fa...

Lists. We all make them. Line items of things that need done, have to do's, want lists, tasks, chores, things to buy.Some people make lists on a scrap paper. I make mental lists. Contained within those lists are sub-lists and sub-sequential lists and line items. Each in a precise order of priority and importance.Like, if my wife wants me to paint the living room. Simple enough task. First, I'll have to move all the furnit...

Anticipation is high for the first snow of the yearTrips to the store, for bread, milk and moreEveryone feeling a bit anxious, maybe a bit of fearChecking my supply of batteries, the seals around doorsWeather forecasters in their own heavenly blissStaying up around the clock, inches first, then feetMy hubby and I get ready for bed and share a night kissWith that much snow, we need our sleep, no goodnight treatSurprised to...

The day I found out about you was one full of mixed emotions. You were unexpected, unplanned but never unwanted yet I couldn’t shift the feelings of foreboding that I had. Uncertainty, fear, dread even, and the feeling that things were no longer within my control.I barely spoke of you since that day I said goodbye, I set your spirit free. You had been with me and a part of me for 28 weeks, but now it was time to let you f...

High in the sky, the stars shine so bright. Which one did they follow on that wonderful night? The three wise men who, from the orient came, To find a child, though they knew not his name. Whether we believe in the saviour or not There is no doubt that the world changed a lot. And through wars and conflicts that are so reviled There can also be peace because of this child. In nineteen fourteen, in 'the war to end wars' On...

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, a crack in the corner, likely to fall. All the distorted voices, hear my call. Take up arms we rise at nightfall. Abrupt fright woke Madge, another nightmare, another dream in which all her dreams disappeared. The howling wind rustling through the trees outside did nothing to ease her fears, as she lay awake. She was burning up, but the cold sweats made her room feel drafty and bitterly cold....

Two young brothers are left at home, All by their lonesome selves, The older one notices a new toy, Sitting high up on a shelf. He climbs up and brings on down, What he believes is a toy gun, He thinks about the games they’ll play, Boy this sure will be fun. He aims the ‘toy’ at his little brother, And shoots him in the head, But that gun was not a toy at all, And soon the three-year-old is dead. When a child dies, All th...

I have a girlfriend who I treasure We met on a website by chance We have lots of fun adventures We’re just friends with no romanceShe’s the sweetest friend And I’m happy to know her Hopefully friends until the endSomeday, we'll drink fine wines and liqueurs She always cheers me up when I’m sad And tells me funny stories always And comforts me when I’m mad I love talking to her every dayShe has an amazing heart And is alwa...

This is what I owe you My baby My Kate My memory It's that time of yearAgain I retreat Slowly First within closed curtains  Darkened rooms Under the covers There are no dates or calendars needed None that can define How my mind drifts My body slows I cannot eat You were real I smell your newness  In the oddest of places Hear you breathe The quickness of your heart  Beating Woke me last night My body knows For this month I...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The steam curls in the downlit beam like the fingers of cigarette smoke crawling their way into virgin lungs;Like your lies crawled their way underneath my skin;Like your venom crawled its way into my heart.The motes of moisture push against each other like unruly teenagers in an ugly playground;Like your words pushed my thought...

This musing only available on Stories Space. if you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen."Pull yourself together!""Mind over matter...""Don't be so ridiculous.""Get a grip.""Just calm down.""Take deeeeep breaths..."If you've never suffered from a panic attack, you cannot possibly know what it's like. I like to think that empathetic people can understand it, at least, and maybe get an inkling of how it feels. Sadly...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Languishing dreams where a heart grows still,Slowing tick of the clock drives distraction toDeath's resurrection inGrey of the dayWhere the sun has lost hope andThe curtains are drawn.Here I lie in the dark with the monsters of crowds,Where the gibber and growl of the wraiths howl insideAnd the pain rends destructionThrough chas...