So, A poem about simple but amazing

It started out so simple An acknowledgment An electronic smile Typed words of acceptance A message about her looks More broadly, her persona She took a bite on the line Allowed herself to be reeled Once again doubting The whole she was judging The words flowed easily As did the laughter The conversation never ending…

So, a poem about nice

Nice: a sad, absurd word I’ve always believed NICE to be a valuable attribute Going over hill and dale to show people I care Holding doors, assisting others, smiles and laughs But reward is little and the pain is huge Losing my cool and putting down my foot ‘Tis merely a result of consternation or…

So, a poem on being done with it all, except greatness…

I’m fed up, I’m done, but not finished. I can no longer hold back. There is greatness inside of me. I am too sparkly to be dulled. There are too many good ideas. Many great theories to share. I can no longer quell them. Ineptness from “superiors” drains me. So, no more talking the talk….

So, it’s close to Christmas, a poem

So, as I lie here not ready for work and all of it’s intrinsically annoying ways, I glimpse at the early morning light trying to burst it’s way through my blinds. I dread the trek to the office for too many reasons to unburden, but then I remember it is the Christmas season and all…

So, the little things are what truly matter in the end-a poem for DJ

Listening to endless droning about my crazy job Taking the car to get repairs Calling to make sure I am in the Uber and safe Drying tears over feelings hurt once again An impromptu lunch to celebrate a small success Trying new things like apple picking to celebrate my traditions Buying me more new reads…

So, a poem on feelings

I have feelings too- I have hopes I am full of dreams I wonder about many things I pontificate about Important topics I am deeper than the average Jane There are many layers to me But I never get to explore them I dance to the beat of others’ desires But I have ideas and…

So, a poem-little time…

Little time to reflect Life is too crazed Barely enough hours I hope it is a phase The little time given Can pass in a flash So make it count Don’t live life in a dash Spend hours on what matters Surrender to loved ones only Value people not things Money will leave you lonely…

So, Writing is my elixir- a poem

Writing is my elixir Writing for me is like breathing, it sustains me It gives me shelter from the metaphorical storm When I am in doubt or despair it changes everything The atmospheric pressure shifts in my favor I am the true definition of winning because with “it” I rule So why not write all…

So, a poem about going for it

At a meeting Trying to engage Keeping a smile on Feigning interest Pretending to be invested Longing to be inspired Knowing it is impossible Gotta have my own Until I do, I must suffer Creators are restless We need to do our craft Suppression is pain Sleep is kept at a minimal Unless the creation…