Fingers north, Use to talk to me, I believe his call was Countrt boy, Hi out there,
Category Archives: Poetry
Normal
For me I fit no mode, But after outside and doing, My brain wants, Nay demands rest, No longer the youth I feel to be, I demand rest, Tonight I told an old friend in Florida who for nearly six months had no contact with me and meant it, Half past midnight had a dozedContinue reading “Normal”
Homesoil cost paid to much
Hello all
Thank-you so much, Hello Ben, Yep here I am writing on both my sites Val’s Whitewolf Media and Books cause books are my media format, I am the poet with forever sentences, Writer of blank verse, Essay poetry, I’m a journalist historian, The proper word escapes me, I got it on my tongue, Sounds likeContinue reading “Hello all”
Viewed fifty thousand times on WordPress
On February3rd,2023 I stop paying crappyass Verizon money I figure they owe me, Five months after buying damn phone for twenty two bucks, Paid three months for $65, Which at home I got nothing! And one month $60, Never again, Which they took, Tomorrow I go to my bank, Get new bank card, https://youtu.be/35r7px_O5QQ https://youtube.com/shorts/Cipqe7mBVJ8?feature=shareContinue reading “Viewed fifty thousand times on WordPress”
Football
Sundays, The aroma of hay freshly cut, Pine trees decorated and cinnamon near, Apple butter freshly made, Naw I’d never get tired of the smell of apples, Or hearing K.D.Lang, Fishing sitting on the dock in northern Wisconsin, Imagining another writer sharing a moon light night after a summer rain, Or watching my future dogContinue reading “Football”
Who would steal a bag of corn meal?
Just bought it, Put it in the Walmart Buggy, Never was took by me out of the cart, Never hit home to Quasqueton,Iowa, Never got out of cart, Or in my car, Or to my home, I called Walmart, They found no bag left, My goodness why steal my.vorn meal! Hope it gives them gas.
Not to old to fall
For a dog, For a cat, On my porch, Pretty impressed with myself, Crawled to por h railing, And with all my strength and my red boxers showing, I stood! Well Alright!
Written straight since 1985
On WordPress three hundred and eighty three days in a row, So what did they just tell me? Congratulations day three! Need a nap before I give I go to wallyworld, Four twenty-nine, Anyone know if Mahones won last night?
Sneezes
Four O three am, Need to go to Eastern Iowa without a possy, Want to see Pat Zidlicky not seen her since before Christmas, Got to see Jean Huffy before she gets her wish and dies! At ninety her children told her,her home was too lonely a place removed from them! No one comes toContinue reading “Sneezes”
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