My Cat and the Dove

cat, dove, pool, visits me, cool day, overcast

I woke, opened my vertical blinds and looked out and there was my dove. it didn't have its partner. they haven't been together for some time now. I believe they do pair for life once they have decided. I wondered what had happened. the other day I noticed there was a dove who seemed like …

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Those poor souls

those poor souls

No one understands those poor souls who wake wishing they did not pains end is assuredly coming and then there will be no more one does not see feelings change like the weather until he visits the eye of the storm.  

Rotten oak

rotten oak, grandma, pie and ice cream, little kid, poetry, steven humphreys

Goin' goin', almost gone. tearful drummer muffled  song. goin' to see 'ma grand mam' in Georgia town. midnight's past you're not my home. I didn't last, never shown. always chaste, been there alone. did care, toiled in obscure haste, never shown. neither here, rotten oak withstanding: withered solid cloak. understanding this and that cause' my …

I’m sorry

I'm sorry, depressed, time, sadness, death, poetry, steven humphreys

I'm sorry. but, it was not me who did it. time is fleeting. somehow we all know it. yet, we get so distracted. we forget the pure white sand in the hourglass relentlessly streams down and down. flowing. flowing. slowing down for no man be he rich, poor, caring or indifferent, a dignitary or high …

Eyes

eyes, sadness, poetry, steven humphreys

Those desperate eyes still see the beautiful but when you see them you know they hold their own terror yet you must let them be until their own sequestration is finalized

Box

box, sadness, tears, poetry, steven humphreys

Go ahead be you with your lovely box of kleenex by your side wipe your dripping eyes abundantly cross your heart sincerely and sing your human song throughout this night find comfort in knowing the night cries only for you...  

Heavy thinking

heavy thinking, alcohol, poetry, depression, sadness, steven humphreys

Heavy thinking midnight drinking bells of Christmas tinkling look at the dictator deep in his face in the flaming 'no blinking' mirror sinking beer belly bread basket no longer care grain alcohol before the fall thought you'd become wiser when nothing to do nowhere to go and those all too beautiful hills became still and …