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I’m So Broke

The After-Christmas Blues. “I’m so broke, it’s not even funny. I just bought a gift for my hunny. Later on, I’m gonna take her out against the advice of my poor bank account. I’m so broke, it’s not even funny. Why do they even let me use money? For sure, I knew it grew on…

DJs

Dancing in my Mind. “Thoughts are dancing in my head all throughout the day. The only way to make it through is choose what song I play. Make it happy, make it sad, make it good or bad. I’m the DJ of my emotions. Today I’ll play something glad.” Poetry Topics: Depression, Anxiety, Joy. “The…

F.A.I.N.T.

Just having a little fun! “F” is for the French Fries with a side of ketchup sauce. “A” is for the Apple Pie with that caramel gloss. “I” is for the Ice Cream with chocolate syrup and a cherry. “N” is for the Nachos, so much cheese that they’re buried! “T” is for the Tapioca…

Smoke in the Wind.

Discouragement can Drain a Weary Heart. Where did the fire go? When did the passion grow old? No hope left in its place. When can I go back where I came from? When can I feel lile I’m done? When will I get my day in the sun? Where did the fire go? Coals only…

Espresso

The Love and Enjoyment of Coffee is not Uncommon. This morning, as I was sipping my espresso, I thought, “Hey, Let’s write a song about espresso.” But the daily post said “Release.” and I just cannot write that with ease. This morning I was drinking my espresso. Black and foamy, giving a release, the sandman…

Hymns and Dark Chocolate

Feeling the Faith and Love at Christmas. For the Blogmas Christmas Contest. Dark chocolate simmering on the stoves. White snowflakes painting the trees. Colored lights wrapping around the windows. A child savoir born to make man and woman free. And you hear the old hymns coming from a manger; the long desire of a traveling…

Whipping-Post

Poetry about God and Miracles. If God forced me to be good, would I really be good? You can pound a rock, you can carve wood, You could press coal into a diamond, pushing real hard, if you could. But if God forced me to be good, would I really be good? Only a miracle…