While sitting on the toilet, I came up with a scene about an elderly man on his last day of life who meets a young woman in a pub and tells her his story of wandering around the unknown parts of a world. I put that thought into the form of a poem called The Man… Read more »
This is a poem about a traveller at the end of his life who comes home and tells the lady at the pub about his travels alone before submitting to the rigors of old age and death. Not so much a poem, but written in a lyrical sense. I thought this up in one shot… Read more »
Today, while on a break during real life work (a real thing), I got it into my mind I could write poetry. So, I wrote one, called OCD. This prompted me to create a new section on the website under the Works & Reams menu to put anything poetic in general in this section. Click here to access the… Read more »
OCD You have OCD, And when I thought of you, I spilled oatmeal in your shoe. Those little oats, A thousand and one, You keep counting ’till you’re done. I messed up your cutlery, A knife with the fork, Your bottled anger is about to uncork. You put them in order, From fork to knife,… Read more »