Attitude

Adapt is a word I use almost everyday
Coz nothing in this life ever turns out precisely as it does...

Carefree and debonair she sits on the drystone wall

And her devil-may-care attitude will not...

Let there be harmony, please let there be peace

With no battles nor bloodshed.. make racism cease...

When one forget’s to remember
yet they have remembered they have forgot, one shouldn’t be concerned...

Kept myself away from the media hype yesterday
Sure it is sad when somebody has passed away...

Around each and every corner there is indeed another bend

A directional road for one’s uncertainty...

I wanna be that dippy dreamer with the twinkle in my eye

High upon cloud nine betwixt yon bubble...

I write everyday, the poems of life, love, death, addiction, evil, heavenly, foresaken, military, native...

Many monkeys
Maketh
A man

Impossible mission, nevertheless
I take figurative aim
to craft poem without
...

This is a death defying act as I lie on my floor

With my best friends little Grandson standing...

Thats it I’ve decided today

“NO MORE WRITING POETRY FOR ME I MUST SAY!!!

The world is so unique, so beautiful, full of life
The world is full of people, black, and white...

I am running away but you won’t catch me

Coz I have had Weetabix and drank Red Bull for my tea...

Oh ye shout out “Hallelujah” as the sabbath serenades a sombre song

Whence the seventh day of that...

Well this picture is little old me just about saying it all!!!
As I glance at that worn out...

As he contemplates this reflection that is looking back in mystery
Where on earth did those...