Page Update -#161

Hello and welcome to Wednesday. Today is a day of Doctor's appointments. My new son is going in for his two week check up. He seems to be doing fine and he continues to grow. I am getting used to a few hours of sleep each night again.

I am helping my wife by taking one to two feelings each night so that she can get some sleep. So as you may have notice I'm obsessing over sleep, so today's poem is going to be about sleep, or in my messed up case, insomnia. How can one be soon tired and be unable to sleep?!

I will continue to be more regular with my posts. I am working on a Chapbook and would like it to be made available as an rebook shortly.

Till next time.

Thomas

(In)somnia 

Sleep

Elusive to get 

Within minutes purged and refined

Echoes of me 

Rebounding against seas 

Of mint chocolate chip ice cream

Unknown depths of time

Between 3am and infinity

I wait for it

Passive grasping of

Long blinks

Warning New Poem- #160

All about anyone 

Based by business

Cancerous cessation causes

Damaged dominant domiciles

Elongated entrapped electrodes 

Fornicating from fevered

Gashes, garders graded grossly,

Harvested harshly, hazardous 

Ironwoods irrelevant 

Just joined jacket

Keep kids crazy

Loved lost limits 

Most mundane music

Noxious ndomo knowing nothing

Of officious orifaces 

Pupated pundits 

Quake and quack

Riding riotous rodeos 

Sacrificed supremacy 

Through tired trouty traps

Unxious unclouded uncles

Veritable video visit 

Writhed wrongly, wildly

Xenophobic Xerox 

Yonder years 

Zero zone of zombies

Clustering my minds eye

New Arrival

Hello. Long time no post. I'd promise to go back to daily posts, but I cannot guarantee that. My son was born a week ago and that makes life super interesting right now.

I'm working on a Poetry Chapbook, but I'm not sure if anyone would want it.

I'll post with more information as it comes closer.

See you soon.

Thomas

#159

Lonely

and 

I'm still waiting for 

my life 

is so much better now that 

I'm going to run for the rest of the year before that the government of 

national reconciliation 

in my head. 

You are the only thing that would have to 

go back 

and I don't think 

that I have a great way 

for a few weeks of 

it was the best of them in your 

heart and I love you 

so much for the next two years of 

my life and death 

of your life and death

of a good day 

for a while 

I have a great way 

to get the same 

time

Warning:  There is no poetry past this point.  You have been warned.

It's August 8th, 2015. A lot has happened since the last time I posted anything. If I had followers, they are gone. 

It doesn't matter.

I never hit my 365 poems goal, but that's okay, 158 isn't anything to shake a stick at.

I'm 57 days till I have a new child. I'm excited. 

I'll try to post again soon.

Sincerely, 

Thomas

#155 - 158

The Best of Times

Fallen leaves, decaying matter,
Sweet sensations, Fry batter,
Carnival barkers, Illicit thrills,
Popping oil, Flashing lights,
The best of times.

Other children shouting, Other Parents smiling,
Fumes of funnel cakes, Iridescent bulbs aglow,
Other smiling couples, Other happy families,
Darts popping balloons, Hammers hitting bells,
The best of times.

Envious sadness, Thoughts despair,
Wishing for more, Accepting less,
The best of times.

Birthdays

The child blows the
Cake with candles ablaze-
Yesterday's gifts today.

Springtime

Dandelion fluff frames your face
While the wind flutters and dances
Hundreds of cascading parachutes flying.

You smile, I have lost.

Losing has never felt so good.

#152 - 154

Loss

In my youth, I denied Wisdom's bosom.
Stretching clumsy thoughts
Through warrens of ignorance;
I embraced self-absorption.

Seek

I seek you now,
          when all is lost.
This bosom, in younger moods,
           I did spurn.
Through youthful arrogance
           I did elope.

But now,
           with wishes and dreams decayed,
I seek
           the paths and treads of happier times.
I seek forgiveness,
           an welcoming embrace,
I find ashes.

Carnival

Clamor of ringing bells,
Tin-like shrills and metallic whistles,
Percussive tapping,
Child's laughter
Cheap thrills
Silences

#149-151

Summertime

Daisy blossums sway
while the North wind blows -
Reaper's scythe cuts

Donkeys

A herd of donkeys
Graze among  meadow grass-
thistle blooms in stones

Apathy

I do not know the answer.
The questions rest upon my lips,
never asked.

Fear petrifies me.
Anger stalls me.

All is lost