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• You Can’t Make It Up

  By Grahamt on March 5, 2017 • ( 0 )

  

  I try to think Of happiness, As a concept Encapsulated in its own image. And laughingly believe I’ll be happy, Just by bringing to mind The thought,   That thinking happy thoughts Would then follow Without effort And all would… Read More ›

• Turtle Doves

  By Grahamt on February 28, 2017 • ( 0 )

  

  Through orange heights, Through turtle doves, And through the alleyways, I see the love That hope enshrouds Descend and take away   The thoughts I had of one I love A city far but near And in its grasp A… Read More ›

• Purposeless

  By Grahamt on February 27, 2017 • ( 0 )

  

  I woke up tired today. Hot sweet Expressos In tiny white cups, Stirred me a little.   But  lethargy, And the heat, And the crushing  humidity   Made me anxious, Gave me palpitations, Made me light headed And confused.  … Read More ›

• Rhetorical

  By Grahamt on February 20, 2017 • ( 0 )

  

  I can’t shake off this furious anxiety That thwarts my breathing, to Shallow repetitive beats, Obscuring My capacity For normal thoughts,   And when I wondered why those Intermittent perturbances Should even be? The question Answered itself.     Image… Read More ›

• No Card Needed

  By Grahamt on February 13, 2017 • ( 2 )

  

  My signature on a Valentine’s card Will fade over time. But the aching intensity Of my love For you, Will never Be destroyed By moments.  

• The Weak Drain But Do Not Gain

  By Grahamt on February 12, 2017 • ( 0 )

  

  How much more can I take From the weak, petty and jealous Propping up their frail egos By draining me Of my peace Of mind?   How will this end?   Their ego and character will sit unsteadily On a… Read More ›

• Doppelgänger

  By Grahamt on February 10, 2017 • ( 0 )

  Annoying neighbors, very intrusive, Pry into my thinking process (Whispers and rumors) Because I stand alone.   I am not moved by windy whims, Or current trends, Or little lies Or envy. And don’t care if Jack Bought a new… Read More ›

• The Fisherman’s Jug

  By Grahamt on February 9, 2017 • ( 0 )

  The oak table in the corner, sturdy and solid, Under the candelabra , In the farmhouse, A cracked jug on top.   With other kitchen accruements Laid out neatly By the stove, The plates and tankards Strung on the wall,… Read More ›

• Why Is Something Always Annoying Me?

  By Grahamt on February 8, 2017 • ( 1 )

  And they come to tea
  Uninvited
  Fondling my fragile china cups
  Tedious tapping of a tea spoon
  On a saucer.

• Little Red Riding Hood: My Sympathies

  By Grahamt on February 6, 2017 • ( 1 )

  Only to have my faith and peace trashed
  And crumpled up
  And thrown back on to the path.