Because Sometimes I Forget To Tell You All the Reasons Why

You thank me for dinner even when it's not good

You trust me completely like no one else could

In bed with two dogs, we cuddle together

We share an umbrella when it is bad weather

You follow my blog; you read every poem

With one little look, my true thoughts, you know 'em

When I am stressed, you scratch my back

For making me laugh, you have the knack

You take me on dates to go out to eat

You buy me Twizzlers because you're so sweet

We like the same movies and the same books

In sweats and no make-up, you like my looks

You admit when you're wrong when we have a fight

You tell me you love me every night

I love you.

submitted for Poetry Jam, Love Poem

Chains

images courtesy of Ella Wilson

This empty shell she called her home

She roams her hell after the gloam

Imprisoned within as a lover's possesion

"I am not free; my heart is chained

By jealousy, my love constrained."

By his hand she died after making confession.

submitted for Thursday Think Tank, #69, Haunted Houses, at Poets United

and In-form Poet: Tri-Coupled Sestet, at Poetic Bloomings

Sticks and Stones Are a Cakewalk Compared to Girls

image source

Change the tone just a bit

Emphasize the words just a little differently and

a compliment becomes 

an insult

comfort becomes

taunting

Girls do it so well

It's instinctive, this

verbal torture

so effective in wearing down

victims yet 

so easy to deny

Nothing visible

but the scars last longer

than black eyes or

broken bones

No locker room brawls

but plenty of hits taken

Better to be invisible than try

to walk the narrow balance beam between

virgin and whore and risk falling

on the wrong side

Even the agnostics

say a small prayer 

Don't let me be the ugliest or

have the flattest chest, for a special hell

is reserved for her

Wads of toilet paper descend upon her head, her lap

like snowballs of cheap Charmin

to stuff in her unnecessary bra

for some tits

Then the laughter rains down

the bell rings

and it's over

for today

but

the pack will hunt again

tomorrow.

submitted for
Open Link Night, Week 12 at dVerse Poets Pub

and One Single Impression, Prompt 188, Language

3 Bags Full

If you like a good detective story

I just read one that's not too gory

Leonie Swann wrote the book

and you really should take a look

It's about the murder of a shepherd

but with cleverness and fun this tale is peppered!

You see, the sheep have lost their master

and they vow to bring justice to this disaster

The flock will solve the homicide

using skills for which they're qualified

So read 3 Bags Full-it will surely amuse

but watch out what you say around rams and ewes!

submitted for Smiley Sociology #9, Book Review, at Rhyme Me a Smile