There is a man. Of small stature. That dwells deep inside my head. He is a little bastard. Ordering my thoughts. My personality tests introvert. All because of him. I crawl into my shell, And hide away. I’m quiet, deep and shy. Because he directs my thoughts. Being alone recharges our batteries. People think I’m… Read More There Is a Man
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink as the palm of the flag-flower that flickers with fear of the flies as they float, Are they looks of our lovers that lustrously lean from a marvel of mystic miraculous moonshine, These that we… Read More Nephelidia BY ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
Based on Jesus’ teaching in John Chapter 8.She avoided the commons area, Knowing that they looked for her.But this day her luck ran out.She turned the corner only to face her accusers.At the sight of her their voices lowered,The mumbling assaulted her ears,She looked to the ground, her cheeks burning red.Frozen in place, her terror… Read More The Accused
My first couplet Well life sucks And that’s my luck Roy Richard Sept 2023 two lines of verse, usually in the same meter and joined by rhyme, that form a unit.
My first attempt at a CinquainMy LustOverpowers meI deny it, choke itMy mind cries out for action, fulfillmentFetishRoy RichardSept 2023
My first attempt at a four-line stanza balladHe looked upon her grave in fearShe had promised her returnSurely there was no way she mightBut yet his heart did yearnHis heart beat drummed in his earPain, blood pounding his headHis stomach flipped and churned, pure chaosFeelings of fear and dreadThe earth began to move and shiftA… Read More The Ballad of her Return
For my wife on our 45th wedding anniversary…..It was HOT the spring of 75, Nights would find me laying damp and clammy in the dark,Drenched in sweat, the covers pushed off the bed, Hoping for a breeze, that just never seemed to come.The radio tuned to a FM station, WWCK105, Flint’s Best Rock, The throbbing… Read More Spring of 75
My soul is locked, Ina seemingly eternal turmoil. I must only do what is right’ Ignoring my hopes and desires. Others around me show no remorse, Placing themselves first, Thriving on my servitude and sacrifices, Ignoring my pain, needs and loneliness. Most all don’t see my efforts, They are expected of me. No thanks, no… Read More My Soul is Locked
So lovely she lies,The moon reflected in her eyes.No longer struggling,Now dormant, cold and content.I gaze for an eternity,Before stroking her cheek.I am shocked at the firmness, the coldness,The cold, it numbs my fingertips.Bending closer,I bring my ear near her lips,I feel nothing,A tear drops from my eye.Why does this always happen?Why can’t they live?I… Read More So Lovely She Lies
Last Christmas for my family I made three different little booklets (or chapbooks) that included the writings of myself, my Great Aunt Kate and my mother in-law Gaylia Kenslow-Stogsdill. To print these, it was about $7.50 each at Staples, plus my time in folding and stapling them. Recently I needed a few more copies and… Read More Always the Right Thing – Published
Ramblings of an Old Coot 