Posthumous poems - A Wall of Stone, Cute! and Texas

Three Poems from 1985

A Wall of Stone

A wall of stone and mountain of brick.

For our privacy it must be thick.

Then a man comes along that has the key.

Ruins is what became of you and me.


Cute! 3/9/1985

When you're not pretty, but, whose to care?

It only hurts on the inside, So BEWARE.

To live a life without much meaning,

to have to listen to all the screaming?

Living a lie that no one believes.

A lover for a decade, who doesn't see me,

but knows I'm there?

But staying home? Na not a care.



It's raining outside but it's not too dark.

It's more nice than not.

And we'll just see how hot.

The trains wiz by, and that's a sight!

With the cool clean air and the green countryside.

The people are friendly, but drive too slow.

Hell Howdy, only the cowboys know.



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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

good morning sister that. This poetry has some punch. voted up

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