https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoetTree/This blog contains my horrid attempts at poetry but like a song, if it comes from the heart and it is genuine, it is beautiful...right? hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoetTree/637368It’s late and the night is black The long sweet notes hang and linger from an acoustic guitar and the serenade Of the street corner singer He sings and plays the blues While the rain falls at his feet But he has nowhere to shelter His home is the city street How is it that the sweet music That...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoetTree/501974Good people, bad people Laughter and sorrow What happened yesterday and today and maybe tomorrow mean nothing of substance let go, breathe in life and love for none of us escape the inevitable We diehttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoetTree/470610Hard rain on the rooftop loud like the roaring applause at the end of an Opera that we wish would never stophttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoetTree/400565The Black Eyed Susans have lowered their petals opening their centers for the birds to feed as the once budding flowers have now gone to seed.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoetTree/390895Air Travel Hands swollen, Face puffy My pants, top button free Baby crying Offensive perfume My back is killing me Shake and rattle Bell tone sounds Someone passes gas I long to stand Bend and stretch Can’t wait to get off my asshttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoetTree/390892The afternoon rain is on time today 6:00 pm darkened skies give a thunderous roar One drop, two... then millions Watering the earth to the corehttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoetTree/375741Unpleasant people honking and yelling because the light is green and my broken down wheels are not turning fast enough for their rushed up, tensed up lives. Somewhere there is a slow street where pleasant people are taking in the scenery, soaking up the greenery, and taking a little time.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoetTree/375740Tonight is the quietest of nights; only a screaming frog in the distance and the sound of a slow beating heart destined to break shatter crumble melt mendhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoetTree/315576Nice little girl So quiet, a mannerly child, sitting politely silent. Smiling intently, not a word out of turn, her screaming soul defiant. She finds her place in any corner, where she hopes to disappear. Believing no one will see her, but daddy always finds her there. Pretty red dress, black...