Driving through this sylvan scene
beneath bowed crowns of trees,
the dappled sunlight reigning
down on you and me,
if only you were here with me.
Day: July 22, 2008
The Bad Summer Daze
poetryO how many summer mornings shall be filled with anger
When cooperation can be the first solution ?
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O how many summer mid days are filled with joy
While pain exists so deep within our souls ?
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O how many summer evenings drag on in dullness
Without distraction or relief from all the hurt ?
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O how many more days must I wait in the heat
While time continue to pass me by ?
i’ll miss you
poetryone week without you
is like one week of pulling my toenail
towards the wall
with tweezers
then dipping them in vinegar
and sprinkling salt on the wound