Poetry, The Written Word

I never Ryhme but

Comments Off 29 December 2018

T.W. Snicket Not Rhyme
What am I doing

Am I getting life wrong

Living like I am

Magic seems to only happen in songs

Seeing faces of confusion

Wondering what happened to me

Weirdly forced to figure out
who and what I am supposed to be

But really who are you
and where should you be

I need to create
pictures
of today
of life

I see some
who can completely contradict
themselves
who have the ability
to forget why
they loved us
or themselves

I have never been just me

There has just been too much

The 30′s have been strange
At this point
I am not going to
Not miss opportunities

Weather dictates tomorrow

I know how to have fun
How to live in the moment

Finding smiles all around me

laughter and stories
The sharp eyed focus during the day

How in the hell can I just keep it
this way forever

Poetry, The Written Word

Wednesday Poem of the Week – My only advice for your trip – Wipes by T.W. Snicket

Comments Off 22 November 2018

Wipes

Enclosed my friend

are the Cleansing wipes

that have

given me that simple moment of

relief and

Possibly saved

my life

 

Please Note:

These wipes are not

as biodegradable

as I wish

And by no means

Can be flushed

 

But

 

As environmental friendly

as we both are

as much as we both

try to keep a small

footprint

 

These wipes

do stop the itch

from a rhoid

And are a necessary

Evil

 

So Stay focused

Remember our first lesson

 

Stay on course

 

When needed. Wipe

Put in the hold bucket

And Seal

 

Stay on course

And

As always

Try not to push 

 

by T.W. Snicket

Poetry

Put my dog down and Fired

Comments Off 15 November 2018

Put my dog down and Fired
By T.W. Snicket

 

How do I even keep walking?

What

Oh shit

Was I in an accident?

 

— Sir can you hear me

 

Ya

 

—Sir

 

Yes I hear you

 

—Does anyone know his name?

 

Larry

 

— Sir can you hear me. Look at me sir. Here

 

Fuck ya I see you. Stop yelling

 

— He is not responding. Do not let him look down

— Hold his head down. Apply the tourniquet

 

Where are My legs

 

— The ambulance is on its way

 

Can they not hear me? Hey. You.  Shithead

I am not speaking

Something is not

 

— Sir stay with us. You are going to make it

 

Man does today suck

 

 

Poetry, The Written Word

It has to go

Comments Off 01 September 2018

old couch

How old are the
Pens and Pencils
we use
and
the ones
we toss

What can we ask
friends who
do not understand
the questions
we wonder about

The middle of
my couch is
now
uncomfortably
caved in

It is going to bother
me
more and more

Then
Finally
maybe Friday or
the Friday after that
I will
buy a new couch
with no money down

Poetry, The Written Word

The Show Tonight by T.W. Snicket

Comments Off 15 August 2018

Staring at you, staring at me

The Show Tonight/Inside Sailing through the Night

 

If you Messes

Weren’t here

And the Band

Didn’t show up

I would be home

Wishing both

Of those

Things had happened

Pages of Prose, Poetry, The Written Word

We hiked over my limit I think

Comments Off 11 November 2017

santee

Reading is Fun

Laughing is Fun

Smiling is Fun

Silence is Fun

Awkwardness can be Fun

We all want life to

Be a simple

Handshake with the world

Saying

I am here

I have time

I am ready

Are you Ready

Ready

To Smile

To have fun

To be yourself

Forever

 

 

 

Poetry

Wednesday Poem of the Week: Pain and Stretching by T.W. Snicket

No Comments 04 June 2015

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Pain and Stretching by T.W. Snicket

As the back goes so does the brain
but
If you could deal with pain
with no precautions
well then what
pull your eyeball out and look at it with the other
decide you do not need those toes

Pain makes us
Pain is sometimes a simple walk
other times a broken heart
Pain is missing a girl who
Maybe does not exist any more
Pain is thinking that is true
Truth is pain can be a hard pill
Truth is pain can mean a trip to your Old Doc
Or Shrink
Sometimes it can be the same affliction.

Maybe stretching  is the key.
I am hearing that.

We do all technically stretch. During this life we’ve grown up and down.
From nothing to life to work.

Fuck that word. Work
Sorry. I got off my train of thought.

Stretching
Ya that is it
Stretching is living
Stretching is life

And it is a beautiful and sometimes
hard to deal with situation

But maybe
and just maybe
We need to stretch ourselves again

Our imaginations, our dreams, our goals, our PHILOSOPHY

Epicurus
Satre
Plato
Dylan
Thompson, Hunter S.
Bukowski
Marx

These men had ideas on how to live.  Not how to live in the world
that you just so happen to be in.  But your own

Living in your own world.
Deliberation must be had
And after said deliberation
Conclusions

Maybe those Conclusions have to do with your current, past, or unknowable future

Maybe I did not deliberate enough tonight
and just maybe

Just Maybe
It is a Johnnie Walker Black Night.

Music

Mason Williams – Classical Gas takes us into the weekend.

No Comments 24 April 2015

Poetry

Wednesday Poem of the Week: The Dance by T.W. Snicket

No Comments 11 March 2015

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The Dance by T.W. Snicket

Grounded but

the movement is

Fluid

She drinks like

a sailor

but holds it together well

She may be doing Cocaine

She may be Bipolar

But tonight

She is a Star

Poetry

Wednesday Poem of the Week: A night in Jackson Hole by T.W. Snicket

No Comments 25 February 2015

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A night in Jackson Hole by T.W. Snicket

Singing Whistling
doing drugs
She might very well be my next
Ex Wife
Smells great but I can Not
Put my finger on the
Scent
Wow is she making me
Crazy
I need to do something to
Impress her
Quick Tim Grab me that wig

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