Category: Poetry
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Poem on Aging: Scary Venture
Scary Venture getting old is a scary venture what future holds is not secure – pains of youth, fleeting, disregard ignoring aches now getting hard – signs of aging may be gray hair or pounds added in derrière – laugh it off, cannot stop the clock each year’s anniversaries mock – in the morning upon…
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Originally posted on June Nash: Irish I Wish – I’ll tell a secret, if you care to hear One which the Irish prefer to keep dear. Not only March 17th, every year, You too can weave stories that bring a tear. Do you wish? – Then come closer, I’ll whisper in your ear. It will…
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Poem: My Racing Mind
My Racing Mind My thoughts are jumbled They’re bumbled Like bumper cars – Thoughts unrelated Not hated But too many – Thoughts are not heeding They’re speeding Cannot focus – Pluck each thought from crown Write them down Contemplate them – Clogged thoughts start flowing I’m knowing I can catch them June Nash Ever have…
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Repost Poem: Daylight Savings Time is a Crime
Originally posted on June Nash: Digital Self Portrait, using SketchBookExpress Daylight Savings Crime Twice per year we change the time. This law we have seems a crime. Internal clocks remain same. Crazy time practice is blame, Accidents, at work and home. As muddle brained people roam. Foggy brain clouds need to clear. Lets keep same…
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Poem on Mornings
Mornings Breakfast we eat Seems like trap Left feeling beat Need take a nap – An achy neck Long day ahead Oh what the heck Go back to bed – Drink some coffee This day can lick One cup, or three, May do the trick June Nash
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