I’ll gladly pop the zits you can’t reach on your back.

If you wanna miss a family function I’ll always take the flak.

Don’t mind if you pee with the door open or clip your nails in bed.

You still hold the moon if you gain a few pounds or grays sprout on your head.

Perhaps you don’t think you’re God’s gift but your his gift to me.

Don’t care if you fart when you laugh I’ll always love you, ‘till those…

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In a thick, brown, hooded coat, she stepped out into the cold night. Her rubber-heeled boots made no sound as she walked quickly towards the deserted intersection. She was in a hurry and didn’t want to wait for the traffic signal to change. Without breaking her stride, she glanced blindly in both directions and started to cross the street. The young man behind the wheel was sailing down the empty lanes when he took his…

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Janey goes and stays away. Awake

all night, the man of her dreams dreams

he can sleep, but he can’t.

                                                 The man can

only wait, and stay awake as long as Janey

stays away. 

                      Janey always goes wherever

Janey needs to go, wherever Janey’s

needed. 

               The man of Janey’s dreams,

sleepless, does his best to imagine others

needing Janey more…

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I wish for you fat cows with hair in shiny swirls where they licked themselves.

I hope you believe in fairies and ghosts and more whipped cream and elves.

 

I wish for you a long cool drink of water out of a heavy glass mason jar,

With a child by the hand on a summer night wishing on the evening star.

 

I hope you get so caught up in the book you are reading that you forget to eat or drink,

I hope for you hot coffee from an enamel mug on a…

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Today's a day to write a crappy poem that no one'll ever read.

It's a day to sit outside, stare at the clouds, and mope about the poem you just wrote; questioning whether these clouds were really meant for you or if they were meant for your…

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©by J.Reid 2010

I have not seen birds for several days now, I always see a few varieties on my Beagle walks yet, the air has been so very cold and I have noticed there are so few, or no birds to be seen. So here I go pining for birds, some in flight and others perched in trees, is it really too cold for birds?

Too Cold for Birds....? ( A poem)



Oh, where in the freeze of a Winters' day do the birds go

The sky… Continue

A Pair of 6S Acrostic Poems—Six Down, Six Across: Our Dog and Sad Day

by Fred Meyer



Six sentences, six words per sentence, and an acrostic.

Our Dog



Our first family pet, P.D. Meyer.

Unmatched faithfulness, amazing jumper, always fun.

Real friend, family member, good boy.



Devotion to Kara, lover of bones.

Old age took its ruthless… Continue

A Short History of the Economic Crisis in a Six of 6$ Limericks

by Fred Meyer



A country drenched in greed.

“More and more!” is what I need.

Three new cars. Huge house.

The pet spa for my mouse!

Where will all of this lead?



$$$



Capitalism not mixed with morals.

Produces Italian-suited criminals.

They cheat. Grab all they can.

And work on their tan.

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August night Novembers passing

Forever’s not youth learns too soon

Solemnity shorn in dimly distant horizons

Reach not grasp there though for the taking



Awaken today Hiawatha’s Nokomis

Indian grounds sacred always still

Our crossings today challenge yesterday’s meanings

Remembrance heartfelt respect for your teachings



We know you now as you once knew yourself

Pride ever filling, ever flowing, ever seeing

Parallels then as today show… Continue

She was cut in half. I saw it happen: the big white truck slamming into her little Pinto like Moby Dick rampaging on the lifeboat of the Pequod's survivors. The scream of metal on metal is urban primal and pure. I don't know if she screamed when she was sliced in half, a betrayal of her own windshield. The other driver, drunk and bleeding, stumbled around in circles, confused and angry. The police officers who arrived on the scene stopped… Continue

There were seven dead birds on the porch when I opened up the house after being away for three months. This is what happens when things rely on me for survival. I decided to leave the bodies. I was just here to collect memories into suitcases. Before I left, though, I took one of the dead birds. I placed it carefully in the small…