Be my daddy
and take care of me
Be my lover
and love me
Be my brother
Be my friend
Be my everything
Let me be who I am
Who I want to be
and tell me what to do
Set me free
and chain me with you love
I will be your slave
if you will give me the freedom
to love you
how I want to be loved
By my perfect boyfriend
and read my mind
like I want to read yours
Somehow I knew that guy I met New Year’s day would inspire poetry. I just didn’t think it would take this long to manifest. But I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder … or is that distressed? I sometimes forget. At first, I thought it would be his unique artistic photographs that would inspire…
Here’s my haiku for the week: Birds twitter outside Light floods through my window blinds But I am still cold Originally posted on 52 Haiku
This poem was written Feb. 20, 1991. You are most beautiful And my love for you is strong As strong as the stone from which you are made Voluptuous and cold Smooth and hard Your marble curves carefully lovingly made from the images of a dream In the image of The Goddess I made you…
This poem, an English class assignment when I was a Junior in High School, was eventually published, at the cost of $35, in the American Poetry Anthology 1986 — my first published poem. It was written in 1983. A tear is a bird set free from its cage of sorrow. The wolf’s lonely cry in…
Every morning I take a walk around town or along the beach for 40-60 minutes. I always take my camera with me just in case I see something I’d like to share with others or use as inspiration. This morning, while walking back home from a workout at a local Curves, I took this picture…
Written in 1984, this is another expression of my grief of losing my grandmother. Loss. A missing piece of the puzzle. A knot in the throat. A Demon in the gut. An unfulfilled need. A missing. A not there. A silent scream. Anger. Grief. Deprivement. A barrier to cross some day Yet crossed by another…