Poetry Circle
With All and Nothing
It's hard to say how many books one who reads, reads in one life. We're unsure of our days, when they'll keep coming or when they will come to a close. I can only imagine. Both books and my days to come. I wish I could say that all that I have found has set…
Roman Wine
I’ve learned few lessons over this course of one and one half year. I cannot say how often our last meeting has kept me awake, made me shake my head to clear away the tears of shame I felt coming. I was wrong to have assumed you would feel the same for me when I…
Two Kings
Years ago I transported a meth addict and his girlfriend to an old, dour mansion on one end of Omaha. There was a stone wall and a large iron gate from which all the black paint had long ago weathered away. It stood in a rusted majesty, a sign of it’s resistance to time…
Noctuary I
I had the sweetest descent into the winter's cold of night, where the clouds had all cleared and the stars shown bright.
Stop The Violence!
[I wrote this last night] by C.McConnell Loved ones are dying, People are crying, Hearts are breaking, Mistakes we are making, A fear is setting in, Anger towards our friends, A husband kills his wife, A young child takes his life, Where once was love, Now there is hate, Every discussion turns in...
The Real Me!
[I wrote this poem a few years ago and I thought I would put it in here for you all to read...] by C.McConnell When you look at me what is it you see? Do you even see the real me? You say you love my eyes, How they sparkle and shine, But do you even…
Be Still, Be Calm
Busy at their calling and not a human care in their world
there will always be
The ripples of your wrinkles lap at your lips when you smile – waves on a sea of flesh that I could never afford by the pound, had I to pay what it’s worth to me; but then, there will always be one to whom we in time offer ourselves freely. The breezes of your…
a body for her
His mouth kept no word unsaid that could lift her spirits or calm her heart; His eyes never settled for too long upon the skin of another; His thoughts would not nourish a grudge to grow beyond a seed; His steps aimed not only to lead, but to also at times be lead; His hands…
bodies
They both crave something: he, what’s between her thighs; she, her reflection in his eyes. Though the black box of each other’s intentions suggests the odds of these wishes being granted are uncertain, even the slightest sliver of hope delays the giving up of this timeless pursual, so — they go f...