Loathing that which you inspire Is no way to thank the deities that made you mesmerizing and intoxicating Thoughts of you drive me insane and from the depth of that sorrowful longing Something lovely is birthed. A poem, a song or a dashing hero to save the day and break the heroine's heart. Happy endings are …
Category: Poetry
Toast
I drink each glass as a toast to you A toast to the sweaty moans You induce The tears to which you reduce The goddess that I am The one who waits Silently in devotion The bottle is empty And so is my heart There is no more That I can give It all belongs …
Here’s to Momma
Here's to Momma, Who said no, To letting a man who didn't love, her anymore stay in her bed. Here's to the Momma, Who said no to moving, going back home, And kept her kids in their house, worked two jobs to do it. Here's to the Momma, Who came home when her daughter, scared …
Papa and Momma’s Story
Papa and Momma don't dance down the lane They don't skip to my lou or any such thing He has a limp from the war says he fell out of bed with a whore, But that ain't the truth Because truth ain't pretty or nice And Momma has been through too much A husband who …
Toxic
There is anger in the air,poisoning all the tired souls,tired of being good and getting nowhere.While all the haters breathe easySpewing toxins into the atmospherekilling us, killing them,But they laugh while they diedigging their own graveswe die, too, at peace without actions.
The Wrong Road
There were not two roads in a yellow wood, but a highway that stretched for ages beyond the horizon with exits and options for adventures and misadventures on and on it went risking and losing more than gained hoping to find just the right one the road looped back again home again Wrong Road, Right Road …
Cash Money
Cash Money, I gots it right now Trust me, I gots it Believe in me, though I ain't be telling no truth the whole truth and nothing but its the but that is the sticky part The but that means the difference between this nice n furnished place and another month at hotel reminding me of …
Now the Real Work Begins
So now that I have a good working draft of my novella, it is time to work on ideas for the cover, write a synopsis and all that good jazz. Part of the process includes promoting this page and other social media efforts. So here is my proposal. Once my facebook page gets to 150 likes, …
Folk
I come from mountain Folks Hillbilly trash you might say Who bore winters colder than your stare Built lives on mountain sides In cracks and crevices worked the land Bringing life from stone Whose bodies may have broken But their spirits never died So they got up again And again Three times grandma’s back broke …
Flying Free
They thought your trips and stumbles were the sign, the end was near, and whispered as you walked that the angel of Death had given you a fright. No one saw how the angels held your arm and let you stand, Walking straight and true with dignity and grace. Or how they whisper that everyone …
Lucinda Rose 