Recent content by 5 ft 7 Texas Heaven

Hi Dave, UM I sit on the big gray book of rules to boost myself up and employ meaning as my tools. After three years I'm pretty much aware of my place in my scrambled poetry and type with one hand while I play with my hair but most all I share is from the real of me and I do it cuz I do care...

Feeling then, the long blade of winter as it slid through closed windows insisting on ripping, stealing my sleeping warmth cocooned stabbing at my upturned form awakened by an agitated flock of crows teasing the power line, hovering not quite hidden in naked trees I rose, cursing the day, yet...

This is not at all a Haiku or even a decent Senryu it's just a night sharing with you. The oyster lays bedded. It only takes an irritating grain of sand to give birth to a pearl

It's rife with land mines hidden by intent and there are no pages sequential with lines, to color in the empty as we ignore dictates to stay inside. There are no maps to refer to as we seek direction or water colors premixed with a brush or needle we must create our own murals, or sew our own...

It's rife with land mines hidden by intent and there are no pages sequential with lines, to color in the empty as we ignore dictates to stay inside. There are no maps to refer to as we seek direction or water colors premixed with a brush or needle we must create our own murals, or sew our own...

In crossing a desert invented, in the heat of a surmised mirage a lizard presented dead and drying in the sun, changed nothing, but a thought "This would make a nice belt, two however could have been shoes." Must have been all the Peyote?

Hunters take trophies the hungry, gathering sustenance are more fulfilled

Hushed are the waves washing, almost forgotten upon morning tide Even with the suggestion of breaking I still count 5 - 7 - 5,,, 17, though "are" or "the" are often not considered as syllables which baffles me, and breaking adds no more or no less than washing. OK I confess maybe I messed up...

Midnight, in the eastern sky my wishin star hides in clouds hung low, tomorrow I'll try again Wishin Y'all a good night

A story in ever line written a line in every story, fittin calculate the sum of the essence recheck figures, missed directions suggested. This is not a game you see it is some culmination of we who balance right brain and left sometimes bereft, drained, sleep If life is a poker game with no...

Hi Elys, yes some whimsy, blended well with suggestive romance. An enjoyable read in any case.

I have empathy for people in the situation Cheese, and though the write was in a way, a comical one, it did go deep into a dumpster divers life. Good write. Hope it stays.

Hi Ma, perhaps related, even if in the abstract. I believe bitin ones own tongue at times is less painful than shootin oneself in the foot.

Hmmm, *lookin up* I got it. Wonder why darkness is so much more, or seems so much more pervasive than light? Good job this.

Hmmm, *lookin up* I got it. Wonder why darkness is so much more, or seems so much more pervasive than light? Good job this.