Poetry is the language
Of the ancient and
Children minds free to
Wander dream and think
Poetry confuses those middle
Minds taught to follow
For poetry never explains
But simply quietly suggests
Where you might go
Category: Friendship
Recognize
What I need now
More than anything else
Is the time to
Settle in for winter
And wait for spring
This is what happens
When love freezes over
And waits for someone
Else to warm it
With wink or nod
Or even a hello
Like a daffodil recognized
Amidst the winter’s garden
There’sNoMore
One of the
Saddest sounds is
The scraping of
Utensils at the
Bottom of the
Pot or bowl
Because you know
Right then that
Whatever delectable feast
That you enjoyed
Is now nothing
More than memory
Remember you might
Recall you may
But no matter
How you try
You know that
No two pots
Of anything are
Ever really alike
So enjoy what
You can and
When you can
Until that is
There’s no more
Sex
Sex is sex
Sex as verbs
Not as nouns
Casual sex or
Hookup sex seems
To be centered
Around a destination
Sometimes you get
There together and
Sometimes one of
You is delayed
But love making
Love making is
An adventure a
Journey where delays
And cancelations cause
Side trips and
Day trips and
All other kinds
Of playful exploration
To me there’s
Nothing worse than
Simply getting somewhere
When the getting
Somewhere is usually
The best part
Quote#89
Dreams are where
The lazy live
If you don’t
Chase something then
Don’t expect to
Ever catch it
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 