If I were to become entangled, I woukd question my sanity, A young woman on Facebook has written me twice, I’m going to share both with you, my fellow writers, I have never read straight romance, She goes from sticky sweet to sounding like a letch, This is not the talk at all, I findContinue reading “Wishy washy”
Category Archives: Iowan
Windmills of my mind
What a true and interesting thought, Your mind genderating thought, Old windmills pumped water, The old windmills on some old Iowa farms are the last visual signs that, upon the I site, life stirred, Hands held, Moments made, Memories stirred, Life created, Laughter heard, Upon the lone prarie, The last to remain standing, Like lastContinue reading “Windmills of my mind”
Throw away civilization
I’m sixty-five when I seek employment they send me to a care facility, F them! I will never go to one, I’m not old , just sixty-five! Still can out lift you any GD day! Shoot better then you as well, Better cook too! I just sixty five, Why the F in America are youContinue reading “Throw away civilization”
Melisa McCarthy
Love Melisa, There is an inner beauty , In a woman, not scrawny and rail , Thin women on a scale are inferior, They are honest,warm Fiesty and yummy. They are like Carmel that sticks to the roof of your upper plate totally worthwhile, They stick with you!
Do women really?
Do real women actually say: Kiss,kiss! Oh my Goddess, Red flag! Run Will Robinsen, Christian Will Robinsen! Kiss, Kiss!
Been to town
Been to town with my best girl? It’s not important she is not wise to it, It’s all me, Its how I feel when she smiles my way, Little sister, Girl I found, Love being near, Following in her wake,
Award per poem or not at all!
Ten poems day, Not the same bloody ass award, I’m past five hundred poems since January but been awarded only one hundred and seventeen, In what world us that sane!
Brisk
Cold air, I’m annoyed, Pussed to the max, I tell them I’m not hoping to fed them , They sit on my lap and look at the mean human, I’m also tired of fighting with stupid ass goggle, That fill my writing with thoughts, not mine, And God damn periods, I was nowhere near theContinue reading “Brisk”
Meth
Today, I met a sad father. An Iraq vet, Came home, Did his time, Heart is in purgatory, I would have guessed him eighty, Fifty-five, Was shot in the back, Served his time, Love of his life, His only smile, His daughter, Man’s a broken man, See the light of his eyes always with him,Continue reading “Meth”
Had to cover Pretty Bird
A while ago, When he was at his house, he lived in the bathroom slash laundryroom, The laundryroom off the bathroom was at the top of the celler door, No heat in house, No heat in cellar, Cold like a spirit in the night crept, Rose to that door just inches from Pretty, He wasContinue reading “Had to cover Pretty Bird”
Val Whitewolf 