With clogged lungs, I awake
I cough up all this phlegm
Even though my airways are baked
I torture them again

I've tried to quit, but it seems
That my willpower is just moot
More smoke filled with tar and nicotine
I can't give these cigs the boot

I can't play, and I can't run
and no matter what the task
My body says, "Hey I'm done"
"Where's the oxygen-mask?"

Ten bob hooker,

Street corners she uses
for easy cash,
hotel rooms are costly
always brash.
Scuffed boots she’s now
worn a while,
denim skirt short, frayed,
out of style.

Friendly pink or lace
that’s all gone,
had to grow up early
to face a horrid dawn.
Father was a good man
maybe to damn kind,
mother was weak
and always love blind.

forgot about you old freind
the sunshine streaming bright as then
the lithe and limber youthful you
now tall and limping thoughtful view

we celebrate our birthday way
the sunny sun another day
out mute raindays and puddle view
the sorrows joys and things we do

SEASONS I

The branches on the old birch trees
Began to feel the weight of ice and snow
First a brief crackling to show their resistance
The weaker ones fell in the hush of the ground below
All that was green and alive died to winter
Lingering ghosts frozen still
until the first breath of Spring
There is no resurrection without a death
No continuation without a Spring
Each of us dies to our season
And we let go of one dreaming
To wake and dream another

Submitted by Geremia on Mon, 2011-07-11 02:49

there's a bird on the wire
eyeing his world from my vantage point
worlds collide

we see each other through the window of
perception
and reality takes a bow

there is grace in this moment
I pedal uphill and down hill with ecstasy,
crossing thresholds with robin's wings

there is a blade of grass that sings.

I listen to my listening.

Worthless Lethargy
Zilch to nothingness
We hang fire
Put off the flame
Dally handed on as delay

This block to progress
Keeping me deferring
Till the morrow
Evening exploits of today

When we holdup
Or drag our feet
Then postpone
Our good intentions
The world suffers

I need determination
For nothing is so hard
Lest my aspiration
Be for naught

I took my first vacation to the beach with the family after me and my hubby separated in 2009. He thought it a great idea to take us on vacation after years of pleading to do something as a family. So he arranges the finances so it would be possible to go and have a really good time taking in the sights during the day and walking the beach in the afternoon.

They are painting buildings,
constructing new roads,
expanding old ones
which once lead home.

Ancient trees
are being brutally slaughtered,
without second thoughts
to what they've endured.

The couple down the road,
been married for forty years
just called it quits
because they discovered the internet.

Individuality is being mass produced,
while the cotton fields are burning
and the wildlife is losing ground.
I woke up lost in familiarity.

walking barefoot
the blue glint
shinning of her
sunwashed eyes

the shadow of the crow
slipping brief across
her brow her perfect
cheekbones

summerbrown
alone in her vermillion
sunset thoughts

a single sandwich
wrapped in wax paper
slung from her fist
in a clear Wonderbread
bag

in the dark windbreak
a single cricket sang

Mid day heat shimmers
Over a close cut hay field
In heart of summer

Beneath a large oak
Biting breaths of soggy air
July in the south

Dew spangled dawn
Disappears after sunrise
Becomes humid air

Bird pants on deck rail
In the late afternoon heat
craving cooler days