You can touch my paw

Are you kidding me right now? Can you see I’m trying to sleep? Don’t care if you heard a meow It may have been an annoyed peep Let’s get this straight and evenly precise Only I can disturb the daytime snooze Consequence comes when you roll the dice It may involve blood and a bruise I’ll catch you later when it’s time To stretch, yawn and head to the dish This nap will no longer need to rhyme As youRead more

#SoCS: Soar and Fly

My oh my, how we fly From day of birth through good-bye Decades pass Memories last But, still, we wonder why My oh my, what is this life Is it about husband and wife A child or two Or single in lieu Or perhaps it cuts like a knife My oh my, the days slip away We pray for three seasons to stay Time can be a snake Age can take a break Preferring to go out and play MyRead more

Following Mr. King’s Advice

“If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.” ― Stephen King When I took part in a poetry class at the local University Extension back in April and May, the instructor told us a number of times to read poetry more often than write poetry. For the reason that teacher and Stephen King stated – having the tools to write – I decided to make it a missionRead more