The love songs speak of youth, of yearning
Of urging those pangs of lust and hunger
Of the delicious spark of electricity when
Chemistry combines with convenience and
Sex burns as bright as a just-lit flame. Continue reading
The love songs speak of youth, of yearning
Of urging those pangs of lust and hunger
Of the delicious spark of electricity when
Chemistry combines with convenience and
Sex burns as bright as a just-lit flame. Continue reading
How many books are waiting for you, impatiently, piled throughout your house or on your Kindle? Author and blogger, Diana Peach presented a challenge – write a poem or story about your TBR pile. I got inspired with the help of Robert Frost and his “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” (Tap to read Frost’s poem)
Whose books are these, I think you know
Strew on shelf and floor and chair, though
I try to pass, no stopping here,
But each unique like flakes of snow.
Yay for you, for me, for the two of us
Sailing through 2021 with little fuss.
Sure we had ups, we had downs
In fact the year had us spinning round and round. Continue reading
Although I need to be part of the world that consists of
Bees and dirt, trees and highways, humans and
Confusion, hate and division, wonder and waste
Destruction and construction of a solid space, I
Envy those who find it easy to close their eyes and
Find themselves in another place, another dimension
Green with hope and love and vibrantly violet with
Happiness that shines through the windows of their souls. Continue reading