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I am 66 years old. I live near the ocean. I have not been neutered by either political party. I write because it amuses my wife.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Corruption: 2 of 27

In Congress you'll find there are those of a mind to make laws which restrict what you do. At the dawn's early light they've been straining all night to arrange an exception or two. There's a conjugal thrill when they broker a bill benefitting their corporate friends, while our jobs sail away to the Bay of Biscay they await ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Haiku about lightning bugs: 2 of 21

blue lights ride the night their sacred flight provoking incandescent dreams
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Why I write: 15 of 126

the agony of ideas countless fretful phrases formed, discarded, reborn tossed, mutilated, refreshed eulogized, abandoned. still, you write. why? you write.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fear: 35 of 283

I know you Dank meandering thing Author darkly gathering Ghosts of your great conquests Last incarnate in my tortured Past. Usurper Strategest and clown I'm not surprised you're still Around. But listen as you slither through Whatever slime you bring with you You will not win the war this day For I do choose to disobey! I wi...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The blues: 6 of 46

You say you think you've got the blues? That every time you win you lose? Fat money never comes your way and all you do is pay and pay. Because your troubles come in two's you got a right to have the blues? You may be wrong you may be right. Ain't nothing clear at all at night. Sometimes no matter where you stand hell, son y...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Haiku about cats: 17 of 104

Fingers rip a bag Food cascades towards waiting bowl Cat's tail pounds applause
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Haiku about horses: 2 of 12

Dark gelding running Ears back teeth bared eyes blazing The samurai sings
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Haiku about gardens: 12 of 71

Chilling frosty day Rich man's garden loses bush Rags save poor man's plant
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Purity: 3 of 15

She awaits purity of thought but encounters licentious festering selfish diatribes of pseudo-intellectual rationalizations constructed to confound and mollify, probe and parry, sterilize marginalize and hypnotize. She awaits purity of intent but meets avarice disguised as caring loathing sneers turned up to smiley faces slav...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Haiku about the ocean: 6 of 27

Two mountains of waves Tiny sailboat in between How precious life seems