Monthly Archives: October, 2014

An All Hallow’s Plea


An All Hallow’s Plea

I ask you
Do not devalue the
gravity of the day,
the importance of the this revelry
to fear, fright.

This is the one night where we,
mere mortals,
breath in myth and out

We exude shadows and
from our hearts
shades seep, for one eve,
out of our primal psyche and, again,
into our now hollow





Happy Halloween, folks! I hope you’re planning to enjoy the night because, let’s face it, at our age we don’t get too many frights which are actually this harmless nor fun. Have a few extra shots on me and here’s to hoping that your night brings a whole lot of fun, a little hells, and some much needed chills to ground ya on down!

Tired Advice

Tired Advice

Tired Advice

make mountains out of molehills
bite the hand or
soil where you sleep
burning bridges feels great
but water under is twice as deep
and will float you when you fall
from those high horses who will never
behave for very

More Frightening Than Fiction


Double, double
toil and trouble
the coffee burns
and oatmeal bubbles

I’m late for work
on All-Hallow’s week
when did holidays
become so bleak?

Won’t get candy
I gotta get gas
wear a costume?
I’m in last week’s

Want to Time Warp
or Monster Mash
but what’s more frightening:
Grooving out to Thriller
or the thought of
no cash?

No, instead of haunting
I’ll just ghost away
another zombie shambles
to the promise of
prey pay.



Alright, alright. I know, it’s Monday and that was an extremely corny poem but give an old girl her woes, won’t you?  Just thought I’d like to give my protest for growing up, despite the fact I’m as bogged down and out of the fun as they come. Still, I can always raise a hoot in my writing, can’t I?

Anywho, here’s to hoping your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.




It isn’t that-
there aren’t enough
hours in the day
words to say

but that we simply
abuse our




It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks! Welcome to the weekend and congratulations for making it this far. Here’s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and that Monday finds you roaring and ready to go!

Second Hand Revelries

What you see isn’t what you get,
Clean prose, powerful imagery, yet
You’re being cheated, friends!
You’re being given something
Much more used, most certainly abused
And not nearly half as innocent
As you’d expect.

I’m selling you
My emotional baggage, the
Refuse of my life that I’ve
Merely shoved into corners
Swept into snarky little piles,
And swindled into your lives.

You get my second hand sweat,
The byproduct of bad decisions,
Hypocrisy, and straight out lies;
You get everything that I push
under rugs and kick out of
my mind.

Monday’s March – ReBlog

step aside Monday, this is a job for coffee

Monday’s March

One foot in front of the other
Stumble out to the coffee maker and
Then kinda fumble to the tune of that
Hissing coughing sort of sound

Swipe it up and then swig it down
Check the clock as it ticks around and
Glare at the hour that you wish you’d never
Have to see again

Then get dressed as you squawk and grumble
Fight with your tie and then you tumble
Out into the world with one foot still planted firmly
In the hole you’ve dug yourself

But fear not because we’re all beside you
entrenched in our own graves as we march behind you
brining up the rear of that long walk we could all
do without.


Monday. Couldn’t stop it if I wanted to, folks. Well, at least we’re all here together, sort of a mutual misery about having to start another work week. We’ll get through it, I promise, folks. Just gotta put one foot in front of the other and maybe spike your mug with a little something to make the day a bit easier to pass on by.

I wanna go ahead and add that I saw the above picture on a Facebook page which I follow. I highly suggest that you head over to We Drink Because We’re Poets and follow ‘um along if you want some good inspiration, or just the occasional laugh or two. I have to say they’ve often made my day with a post or two they’ve done round there so they are worth checking out.

Well, here’s to hoping that your day flies on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.


Self Discovery

Self Discovery

Good, bad?
Find out where the heart
what waves it makes in
shallow waters and
how, a thousand leagues
it thrums.

You have to know your pulses,
your mummers,
before you can begin to understand
the white hot cacophony beats
that go on

Weekend Regrets and Reflections

Weekend Regrets and Reflections

Weekend Regrets and Reflections

It wasn’t like I could
help it.
Last night was a blur of
wishes and was-es
regrets and never-s
sighs and bellows
cries that life
hadn’t come home.

I waited all night,
all my life,
but I was left with
empty promises
unfulfilled dreams and
an unsatisfied
a fight that wasn’t worth
my time.


Well, another Monday, folks. Here we are again and here we go to another work week. Above I gave you a lil’ diddy that might just explain some of those regrets coming off a weekend high. Or a weekend hangover, for that matter. Either way, hope you enjoy and here’s to hoping you’re going to have a not so regretful Monday.

A Reminder

we suffer from a collective
our hearts are
we have to write
them out or they’ll
well up with
grief and muck
and it will just be
too much, too late
never enough
and we’ll do anything drastic to
bleed them

College Kids Watch Eclipse

College Kids Watch an Eclipse

We’re old, ancient as
our nature even though we
are young
we are just one fool
oogling at the

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