do you
Wonder Why
it’s the negative things
we tend to believe
When people practice
to deceive

Nine people say
Something good
Yet we glam onto
The one negative
Whether we
Should

I’m a daft
Old cow
A fat sough
Plain Jane
Implications
Of a name

I never
Thought
I was
Something
I was
Not

Brow beat from
Head to my feet
I could never
Measure up
The pedestal
Is too steep

We are the worst critics
In a cynic world we create
We never give  
Ourselves a break
Go easy
For goodness sake

I was never one of the pretty people
Gilded Castle, Golden steeple
People in glass houses should never throw stones
Far Too much to atone
He who is without sin,
Cast the first stone

I’m A rough ragged Rock
With intentional purposeful refinement
Even while blemishes are detected
My inner self starting to show with no objective
Patient polish purposeful perfection
I became a brilliant diamond

Now I shine

I have grown in my reflection
No more negative rejection
Without stern objection
I’m No longer a whipping post
Live love, laugh Father Son Holy Ghost
Journey to self be a loving host

Inspired Songs;

1) Dream by Aerosmith 1973

2) I got a name by Jim Croce 1973

3) Be good to yourself by Frankie Miller 1977

4) Shining star by Earth, wind and fire 1975

I can think of younger days
My stories slowly fade away
Lessons learned how to love
How to mend a broken heart
Discern between the light and dark

I’m a simple poet a realist to the core
Youth Arguing fighting, keeping score
Impetuous, impatient, demanding
Stubborn opinionated long standing

Writing in the heat of a fight
When my wrath verbally take flight
All of my poetry comes from within
From the depth of my soul original Sin

How do you mend a broken heart?
That’s how I write how I start
As I age, I entered into another phase
Most of which for me a mazes

I have the grace and wisdom to hold on
A movie, A word, A sentence,, A song,
All day long these muse I choose
They carry me back to a simpler day
In a world, that believed in God we pray

Today, my life simplicity ever changing
Duplicity beliefs are constantly rearranging
I am 64 with 1 foot out the door
New styles of poetry I explore

Believe, hope, faith, pray
These are not just words I say
Just as poetry is the fabric of me
No time like the present to write poetry


Inspired song
How can you mend a broken heart?
By Al Green, 1972