Poems of a Free Man

Monday, January 30, 2012

On Realizing When A Girl Has Made Up Her Mind There Is No Chance Left

The seed blossomed in an explosion of sun coming to grace a pretty day but now she's changed her mind and taken the sunshine away. I tried alone to foster the rose watering it with beer on cloudy days but that just withered it even more now there's only dirt where the rose used to be. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Another Song About Winter and A Girl

Snow skies and grey on a winter day No lover can be found Beer and booze you know I wouldn't choose But its the only comfort that stays around I'm happy and then it's gone again the dark old world grows darker still When I awake, plan my escape But the bottle always calls so I never will A rock that... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 13, 2012

To the Brown Eyed Girl Who Stepped Out of Her DayDream Last Night

There was a time when I would have written a maudlin mound of words steeped in the sentiments of infatuation; Confessing my glowing happiness at the boundless wonder that is you. But now I'm old, perhaps jaded...many "loves" have fallen through. So I'll just write this simple poem about how pleasant... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 17, 2011

To A Cigarette

Little stick of tobacco, the abyss where too much money goes: Say nothing to me right now. It's three o'clock in the morning. The pretty young girls have wandered off to those who will stay up with them. My dog sleeps on the floor. The Sunday football beer buzz has worn off. Little cigarette this is... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 3, 2011

The Disaster of My First Book Review

Below is a link to a review of my first book. It was printed in the Murfreesboro Pulse. The first line is good: This book is so bad it killed my grandfather. After reading this I expected some sort of good, witty criticism. The reviewer could have gone in and exposed my comedic incompetency as a... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

On Burying My Face In Your Hair

Your hair is the nectar that keeps My bee coming to your flower. Anthropomorhically speaking, you are The twinkle in my eye Still flickering On a drowsy downcast day When the rain and clouds attempt to chase Spring blossoms away. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 28, 2011

You Withhold Your Love

You withhold your love when that little thought crossed your mind of that small deed that would have put a smile on the face of someone you care about. Not neglectful, just refusing, you don't drop that person a little message that let's them know they are in your thoughts, that something about... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

On Baby-sitting a 21-Year-Old Girl

Garden show on the radio, coffee and cigarettes Saturday morning coming down. Alka seltzer helps my fizzy head I remember the girl, too young to be real. Last night I almost walked out on her: She needed to talk to every guy at every bar, But then I became the big brother Making sure she was well... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Barroom Legacy

Barroom, barroom Cold and dark Are you all that awaits my ageing heart? Cigarette smoke a swirling haze Born of fire like the dreams of younger days; But swirling out it dissipates, Like every hope I leave to fate. Beguiling beer intoxicates, With a hoppy dash for grown-up tastes But overdone I... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

She Was A Girl of the Field

She was a girl of the field Long, tall, blonde, tan, With an exquisiteness to her face like an eagle, Though eagles don’t remind most people of girls. So maybe she was a statue… But her aquiline features fit her face More attractively than any button-nosed Stone goddess the Greeks ever carved. She... Sign in to see full entry.

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