Stewed Thoughts

  Today’s Special Stewed Thoughts, with Over-Ripe Opinions Home-Grown Philosophies While They Last!!   Sweat Drenched, Steaming. The long, hot Nights slowly melting into Tomorrows, Safely, Quietly, within my Dreams, There’s nothing between me and everything. As I evaporated sliding ever closer to the abyss of sleep, Suddenly, dawned on me was the Why, things …

Haiku Twenty Twenty-Two

From Page Number One Haiku: Number: Two Zero Two Two   __________________________________________   Whoa! And Wow Wee Wow We’re all Willing Witnesses To our Promises   We Are Constructs Painful wrecks carefully chiseled From God’s Own Image   Ring Ring Tinnitus Musical Gift That Keeps Giving I hear you, clearly   Click, Pop, Magic Knees …

Words We Don’t Know

Words We Don’t Know Words come and go But the soul knows There’s much more we could say Love comes and goes But our heart knows There will be better days Friends come and go But in the end We know that real friends stay Life can often be slow But, where does time go …

Fighting Spirits for Lyrics

Fighting Spirits for Lyrics I’ve been writing a few lyrics down. Although, good words have yet to be written, I’m not getting up, I’m not quittin. So long as I remain sittin, I’ll find the perfect letters and cram them together, so they’ll be just a little better than the first time around. When the …

Inked Life

In this style of poetry, I use the same words to create the first and second parts of each stanza. So lines 1 and 2 use the same words as 3 and 4. Inked Life Pages grown from vision Novel becomes inked life Grown from novel vision inked life becomes pages Writing brings character There …

Friends: A Poem

Another poem from my poetry collection. I didn’t win the billion dollar jackpot last night, sadly. I’m not bothered by it though because I’m super-duper lucky just to be me. Thank you all for the visits and for reading my stories and poetry. Today, we received the 41st country to the site: a visit from …

A Writer

Writers They write They type, They’ll edit many times Move words ’til they’ve perfected every line A writer A lover of words and page Writers aren’t born somehow their made. I’ve was a writer even before I realized what being one meant. It was more a nagging suspicion than a revelation. There was always something …

Old Man’s Last Say

The Old Man’s Last Say by Thadd Presley “The worms can have him, for from them he was made,” the lady remarked as she looked on the grave and chopped at the dirt with a long handled spade. She had buried her husband late in the day. “The sun is too hot, we’ll wait for …