Double Elevenie: Dog Sleeping, Takes Photos

Soundly sleeping
On comfy bed
Tired running around home

Watching dog
From bedroom doorway
Takes photos on phone


Collection of Dog Poetry Vol II Published

Good news, my book “Collection of Dog Poetry vol II” has been published. You can find the paperback version either on Amazon or search for it at other online retailers.  The kindle version is also out too for purchase.

Amazon link for both Paperback and eBook:

As of October 31, 2017, Createspace has redone how they do the Createspace eStore. The eStore is going away and URL are redirecting to Amazon. Below is the CreateSpace URL in case you use CreateSpace. They have also removed the promo coupons codes you can create. So, for future books I will link just the Amazon one.

CreateSpace link:

Throughout the year there will be Amazon eBook promotions and maybe paperback one too. Look for new poetry books down the road.

Dear America

The winds have changed in your fortune
As you sink low to what you were once
Once you had beauty; splendor to charm
The world seemed at your finger tips
Everone looked in awe at you
Oh, how you fallen from the world’s graces
Your children squabble among each other
Why can’t you control; reign them in
You have distance yourself from your past
Have changed from what we once stood for
Now, you usher in deception;
Fear from others hangs arounds you
But you can’t shake what you have become
You try to shake the yoke which bounds you
To accept all with open arms
But other push you down
Make you say things which once you were open to
Now you speak in ugly words
You don’t welcome like you use to do
You are not what I remember you use to be
Is it possible for you change?
Will you accept everyone,
Regardless of who they are?
If not, how can I be a part of your American Dream?

April 7th Prompt: Write a poem as a letter to America: a complaint letter, Dear John letter, love letter, invitation, thank-you, or cancellation. Avoid the clichés. Surprise your reader and America.

Blank Slate

Walls close in, I can’t breathe
Air sucked out of my mouth
All around my world comes collapsing in
Folding into itself like the black holes in outer space
Unitl nothing, a blank slate awaits
Sitting on a stool for me to use
Pick it up, I start my life anew
Where I want it to go;
Not where they want it to go
It is my life;
I should be in control of it.