I am feeling down In the dumps It is not your fault My friend I totally blame myself for it Yesterday I was feeling Tired all day I even felt asleep in front of the computer I had no excuses I had to go right away to bed This morning I woke up At 5:59 am I got ready to started the day I had my big healthy breakfast It feel me up until lunch time I am a poet and I write poetry And I must say that is what I do best

Let's suppose there is a God.
Most days, it seems to me,
he hates humans.

Probably with good reason.
We keep taking and taking.

Maybe he'll hold his hand for worse;
to see if kindness will ascend
to its hoped-for throne.

In a sterile sanctuary, he found a family,
Each soul a shipwrecked vessel seeking safe harbor.
They shared stories of shattered lives,
Told tales of tangled turmoil.
He built bridges from broken bricks,
And together they became a fortress.

The final day dawned, gray and grim.
Goodbyes were a bitter pill to swallow,
A heavy anchor dragging him down.
His heart, a hollow drum, echoed their absence.
Faces that had become mirrors of his own struggle,
Now faded into memories, a distant shore.

We both need To live in peace And stop fighting Also need to respect Each other Also we avoid negging Each other to death Because I just can't stand that

Forgot my wallet yet again,
I hear him saying; my old friend.
Steak and shrimp, a bottle of wine.
Damn it, yet another time!

No such thing as going Dutch,
I like him still, but not as much.
One more time, I foot the bill,
My wife stares; if looks could kill!

Never again, I make a vow.
I plan to stop; but not right now.
No more invites, will I accept,
the free ride's over, my wife's upset.

The emotions mix on this special day,
I don’t know clearly what to say.
Should I laugh or cry, feeling grey,
So overwhelmed, my feelings sway.

Should I be happy on her wedding day,
When part of me wants her to stay,
For morning talks and noon’s warm ray
So overwhelmed, my feelings stray.

It’s her wedding, she’ll fly away,
So all I’ll do is softly pray:
May love and light forever stay,
And guide her gently on her way.

People asked me if we were close,
or offered the usual condolences in such matters.

I tell them I wanted better for us,
but I felt almost nothing.

A kind of dark mercy
leaving no shelter for grief.

where the grateful dead undergo cremation
corpse paid for courtesy the government,
but crematoriums that house cremator
of late popular and dime a dozen
as an eco-friendly solution
versus a lifeless body once electric
enclosed within a casket,
which gets buried
in the hallowed ground,
where grave markers hint
that greensward constituting a cemetery
requires maintenance costs,
and said consecrated ground
unavailable for other purposes,
aside from the costs materials
used to manufacture the coffin.

Naomi
Stay strong
Don't give up
You are not alone
You can always count on
God
Also God is watching you
Don't forget to take good care of
You health
Your health comes first
Also I am here for you
If you need anything
Tomorrow is another day
Live one day at a time

I remember Sister Marie Claire
I feel the chill through my spine and the hair

I remember the ruler hitting my head
When I approached the board with dread

Math was a subject I wanted to go away
Hoping that it would be over each and every day

She was a woman with a mission in mind
Also a lady who would often be unkind

Those days are just a memory now
As a teacher myself I now know how

Kindness keeps kids wanting to stay
Willing to learn more each day