Fine Poetry
Blog URL http://finepoetry.wordpress.com
Located Albuquerque, New Mexico USA
Tags poetry, heart, home, media, blog, relationships, sex, adult, personal
Great Family poetry written from the heart!
Latest Blog Posts
- Turning 50 on Jul 18, 2009 in Poetry age aging getting older middle aged
Fifty – it’s sounds old. It sounds middle aged – middle aged? Like knights of old? Armor? Well, I turned 50 today. And I wonder as I look out with dimished eyes how this will change my outlook. Will I have a different view of...
- Neighborhoods on Jul 15, 2009 in Poetry life
It’s like 80 on the free-way, watching the life blur agglomoration of houses, havens and yards, Somewhere, marriages split, water runs gardens wilt and slow drip of gas tastes water Somewhere, teens taste love’s first bite behind the brok...
- Approaching 50, The mathematics of it all. on Jul 12, 2009 in adult age aging
Yes, I’m approaching 50 and the math overwhelms me. Half-century sounds old – maybe by it’s nature, maybe by words. We associate century with old things. We speak of antigues in this manner. It’s a half-century old...
- July 4th!!! on Jul 4, 2009 in holiday flag flag day independance day july 4th
Posted in holiday Tagged: flag, flag day, independance day, july 4th...
- The Next Steps on Jun 28, 2009 in Poetry communism culture electins have consequences elections obama US
So what’s the next steps? Well, of course to blame the culture! The idea is that clinging to their culture is bad and the blame for the problems in the US. So, they’ll pass laws and use language/dialog to create chaos between cultures...
- Future? on Jun 28, 2009 in 2008 election 2009 economy election
Where is my world going? As I watch the traditions disappear, honorable things turn to dishonor. It scares me. The economy is collasping, everything is being re-defined. Racism has increased, not decreased. Truth is suppressed. (Referen...
- Which Ward Please? on Jun 27, 2009 in Poetry illness life marriage
It’s a strange start, a sleeping person turned ill then the transformation. My name to Doctor my time gone, my house a ward. I’m wanted with water, soup, paper, and it goes on. Chores still needed, life goes on, and the hospital repeats.
