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
I pull the covers up tight, Scrunching down into the fabric, Forcing my eyes closed, Praying he passes me by. It would be unbelievable good luck, If he ignored me tonight, Or any night for that matter, And a boy can dream, can’t he? Inside the depths of my soul though, I know that I… Read More I Pull Up the Covers
The full moon rises above the headstones, The restless, lost begin to stir. The ground shimmies as they struggle to rise, Desiring to walk the earth again. Each month the beams call to them, But the night ends before they reach the top. Occasionally a hand breaks through the soil, But the looming sunrise forces… Read More The Full Moon
The BloodThe Blood beckons to me,It’s enticing red hue calls my name.The expected copper taste,Awakens my appetite.I pull her close,Nestling my face against her neck.In the smoothness of her neck,The large vein dances near my lips.I let the tip of my tongue,Briefly touch the vein,To feel its pulse.I moan in rapture.My mind lapses,Thinking of where… Read More The Blood
Refused red rinds, Refreshed ribbon rules, Roasted retching reporters, Reduced repeating roles, Relaxed redundantly regrettably! Roy Richard May 2023
You Stand in The PulpitYou stand in the pulpit,Shoulders back, chest puffed out,As if an animal seeking to impress a mate,Accusations flying along with the spittle from your mouth.You make vague references to a promise of love,Yet only judgment and damnation are heard.You bastardize a Gospel of love and acceptance,In order to humiliate your flock.Christ… Read More You Stand in The Pulpit
Ramblings of an Old Coot 