Paralyzing pain as stones grind through,
Stabbing white hot needles to make you choke,
You freeze, crouched low as pain subsides,
And you know that soon they will eject.

But more will follow, though it be days or weeks,
Pray no one will see as you grimace, grind teeth.
No way to know when the hour may come.
Just know, and wait, as life goes on.

It's springtime, I'm into my garden.
Sowing, weeding and such.
It's a very hard slog when you get too my age
But I’ve always enjoyed it so much.

The fuchias now all are potted
There are beans, radish, onions and such.
Potatoes soon ready to harvest
Oh, the peace and God's bounty is much.

But now as I sweat, as I labour,
Out into the garden she comes.
Instructions fly forth from lika gatling,
From trees plummet unripened green plums.

Secret readers, I see you,
while you don't leave your name.
I see that you are reading,
and I thank you all the same.

You read all my little ditties,
my poems, large and small.
My fantasy, truth and fiction,
I guess you read them all.

I wish that I could tell you,
how much you mean to me.
But you are my secret readers,
I guess I'll never see.

What prompts you to pick my writing?
I wish, I really knew.
I think about you out there, reading...
and I send my thanks to you.

Let's talk about your comments,
tell me what you think.
We can lead your horse to water,
but we cannot make it drink.

Comments on your poetry,
commenting back on theirs.
That's the way it works here,
that's the way we share.

If you're not getting feedback,
excepting from A.I.
Try a comment on your neighbor,
the results can help you fly!

Speed heightened all their senses,
brought them awful pleasure.
With blood and oil; throbbing engines,
they hunted up their treasure.

Switchback curves throw them sideways,
tires smoke against the tar
A five-speed tranny, dual exhaust,
an extraordinary car.

Flashing thighs, feet pumping pedals,
shifting down, she lets it roar.
Third gear, she stomps the gas,
and puts it to the floor.

And within the light of truth,
the vision grows less clear.
The memory of your youth,
looking in the mirror.

No more the young, sweet blade,
naive, and honest heart.
Blues, in rockin' suede,
young love, the dreaming starts.

A heart that's healed, but scared,
tender to the touch.
Please handle it with care,
it still aches so much.

I'll let you hold it for a while
just be careful, not to break it.
I think you're just my style,
I think that we can make it.

An evil face disguised as love
Soft cooing as a turtle dove.
Then pity men whose weakness lies
In beauty young, a forbidden prize.

She takes his hand, smiles soft, so coy,
Make him feel as a teenage boy,
Demure wide eyes promise such delight
As she leads him through the dance of night.

So much is promised but given, nought,
Takes all she can, his soul is wrought,
Bleeds him dry, with visions of bliss
So torn with lust for the witch’s kiss.

As twilight falls on winter’s edge,
Leaves have kissed the bough farewell,
My thoughts drift back to girls I knew
When I was young and passion swelled,

I light the scented candles,
Draw the drapes tight shut,
The fire burns bright, logs crack and spit,
My eyes are closed, a smile on lips.

Francis, with her coal black hair,
Maggie, red as roses,
Sheila, blonde and full of grace,
Carol, sweet as posies.

Kinda real,
Kinda fake,
Maybe illusional.

How the people around me,
Keep saying "the next time,
I will hold that award",

Yet i haven't won any ,
I keep trying to take it in,
The smoke to choke me.

Waiting by the door,
Maybe be one day,
It shall be mine.

What really belongs to me,
Though I have it not,
Will again tear me to pieces.

Send me back to the corner
I once said I will not return
When it is still dark.

You punch my face with your words
My heart with your actions
In my mind a thought always in place
Why have I felt more pain from you than love
Tormented by every stranger walking by giggling
Why are they laughing at me
The things you do I know they are not earnest
Your words I never believe
Because I know , I know as much as you might that I don’t believe I deserve anything good