Mother
Today I almost ran into a young mother And the encounter Left me trying to smother My anger At seeing such a beautiful baby and young lady But no older brother Leaving a man to…
100 Day Story: Day 06
That wasn't the way She had expected him to react She didn't know if he had her back But he'd always been A man of his word And he'd made a pact But it was…
100 Day Story: Day 05
Now it was His turn to sit at the table Waiting Nervous He knew the outcome of such Rendezvous Was it worth it She arrived And he refused to look at her Pulling out her…
Putting Paper to Pen
Putting paper to pen Call it my Zen Then I say it the normal way Pen to paper Try to contemplate about What could come later And about past poems Which considered who was greater…
Some Stuff We Call Poetry
My friend, this is not a good book for you... Not a good look for you Swallowin’ your pride is not what a good crook would do... I ‘ain't’ even raised my pinky and nobody…