Too much togetherness ( During this pandemic ) has caused this loving family some grief, searching inwardly, he learned that depression causes one to act selfishly.
The news is saying that we are going to have a spike in the C virus, This is poetry concerning that event.
I remember well the first time I saw Michael and his older brothers perform on TV. I knew he was special and watched him grow into adulthood, and loved him every step of the way.
Being homebound is a perfect time to do Spring cleaning
Boredom is alive and well in our home. We love sports, but replays are not my cup of tea. My favorite sport is tennis, which is showing replays. Give me a break!
The deadly C virus has changed so many habits in our life. It seems the many things we've always thought was important has fallen by the wayside.
Being housebound is no fun especially at night. It seems your hearing is heightened, you hear every little noise, and your imagination runs wild.
I've been in my home for days. I think I must be stir crazy, and possibly seeing things?
With all the turmoil around the world concerning the C virus. I feel we need some humor.
Trump blames the news media for the stock market closing down this morning. He said that the C. virus had nothing to do with the economy.
Jerry and Joe were getting ready to join the Marines, they needed to see the world. They lived in a small Southern town where opportunities were unavailable.
I know none of us want to die alone. We want loved one's holding our hand. This was not the case for Mr. Jones, he had no living relatives. If at all possible, let's all make an effort to visit the older generation in the many nursing homes.
I was watching the news three days ago, they had four survivors from Hitler's concentration camps, one man and three women. They were in their 90's. The old man had tears in his eyes when he was asked if he knew the numbers tattooed on his arm. They all knew the numbers and told their stories.
Each day as I watch the news I see a man who thinks he's done nothing wrong, although the proof is there in black and white.
Suppertime was special to this poor family, and love was abundant.
She didn't receive the phone call so nothing seemed to matter anymore.
I love to watch the clouds, sometimes catching an image of an angel.
Jenny was a happy child even though she had spent her entire life in an orphanage.
Eva needed her father's love, which she'd been deprived of since birth.
You will find this challenge issued in the forum section. She only has one stipulation, you must write somewhere in your piece, the line- Analisa sat alone on the park bench, the scowl on her face as dark as the gathering thunderclouds.
Even when someone is not beautiful or well dressed, take time to get to know them. You never know, you might become best friends,
The old man, Jeb loved to sit on his porch and give out homemade goodies to neighborhood children on Halloween night.
Mary was lonely and felt sorry for herself. She couldn't understand why her relationships never seemed to click.
Sometimes as we travel through life we come upon a situation that is unclear, so we just move on. The woman in my story thought of doing that, but her heart reminded her that sometimes we must stop and listen.
Timmy was a poor little boy who lived below the mansion on the hill, dreaming of the day he could leave the small town and fulfill his dream of driving a long limousine in the city.
We appear to be living in a time when division is rampant, hating anyone who is different.
This is just a letter to my friend ' Nice'n Easy, ending a forty year relationship due to an allergic reaction.
I stayed up last night watching the Cardinals and Braves, of course I was rooting for the Cards. This is my humorous take on the game. Written in my favorite fashion( Rhyme.)
I thought after the Sandy Hook shootings we as a nation, could keep our children safe in schools, surely there must be a way?
Skyler and Emma were from the same small town, both had led a somewhat sheltered life. Little did they know that college life would completely change their direction.
Have you ever gazed at the sky and saw visions? I have and It's fun, especially at night.
Life on the Indian reservation was not what grandfather wanted for his grandchild
It is a drab, rainy day here which led me to thinking about sunshine,
Today I watched the birds feeding at my feeder. As I watched pigeons came along with my squirrel I call Squiggly. The sunshine was beautiful and I knew summer is about to arrive.
This is in remembrance of my son Jackie who passed away on January the 17th. He fought a raging battle with cancer and lost.
As I watch the men in power leave the white house I wonder how long until the regime will completely disintegrate. The daily news is alarming enough that my muse tells me to write.
Rain usually has a negative effect on my psyche, but today I am looking forward to a beautiful spring. My magnolia tree is in full bloom and the bunnies are emerging from their winter lair.
This is a story about a young man who went to a party and consumed too much alcohol, thus ending his life one terrorizing night.
I like to look up at night and watch the stars twinkle. I am mesmerized and wonder how far away they are? The recent bombings has me wondering how long we will get to see the stars twinkle?
My friend Ray brought me a beautiful rose bouquet. I was quite surprised but pleased.
Spring time always brings out my romantic muse.
I was thinking about America building a wall, and remembered my ancestors arrived here from Germany, Ireland and of course met the American Indian, my ancestors too.
Chuck Berry was one of the greats, and as a teenager, I loved dancing to his rock n roll guitar and watching him duck-walking across the stage. He's gone but not forgotten.
I received a notice from HP last week that I'd reached my seventh year anniversary. I could hardly believe it had been that long. Time passed so quickly. It has been a journey of laughter and fun.
I saw this picture on the internet, and my muse took flight.
This is a fun response from a writing challenge, " The Encounter " By Genna East
We had a stormy night lasting throughout the night and morning. Watching the rain and lightening reminded me that stormy days will always come and go, and there will be sunny days following.
President Obama will be leaving office tomorrow. My thoughts and tribute to a man who diligently worked toward making America the land of opportunity for all races.
The wind is blowing fiercely, my house echoes the whistling. My mind returns to a time when music filled the air, and time seemed to stand still.
Timmy had never walked due to a birth defect. This is his story of a happy reunion and recovery from disability through medical transformation.
This is a fiction story about John Glenn entering heaven and meeting his buddies of long ago, and their adventure continues in a surprising way.
I've been somewhat afraid to travel due to the terrorist attacks throughout the world, but my psyche decided to speak up and make me rethink about living again.
I was watching the sunset on a drab, gloomy day, missing my hummingbird's who had already flown South, and watching my squirrel, Squiggley store pecans for the winter when my muse took flight.
My muse is constantly bugging me to take her south to lay in the sun on sandy beaches in Florida. Maybe I will. The election blues have got to go!
This is a story about two people finding love during the war. Janie sitting at the airport runway, waiting for her husband Joe and thinking back to the good times they had together.
This is the last debate before the election. My take on the possibilities of a very unusual event.
When Sam was six years old he saw an old worn guitar in the window of a pawn shop. He wanted it badly, but his family was poor. This is a story of how he got it and how it survived many changes.
Carrie was a thirty-five year old woman who was lonely and against all caution, met a man online and fell in love with him. She was from a wealthy family and he wanted a piece of the pie.
Morris and Helen had been married for two years when she realized she couldn't take the abuse any longer. Her story
Genevieve was an only child with loving parents, living in the suburbs of St Louis, Mo. Her life was good until the fateful day both parents were killed in a head on collision. Her story.
Beatrice had lived on a farm with her parents her entire life, when they passed she wanted to fulfill her dream of exploration. This is her story. A challenge issued by Bill Holland.
I watched Donald Trump say that he had regrets on TV yesterday. It was evident that he was forced to admit he had made some mistakes. I laughed because the look on his face was painful to watch.
Since my shadow is a constant companion on sunny days, I've let her participate in activities, sometimes she is a good friend, other times she is quite annoying.
Laura, a twenty four year old is lonely and goes to the park to sit on her favorite bench to read. She wants desperately to meet someone, but she is unnoticed until she meets David who is lonely too.
Jerry had always wanted a tattoo, his parents were against it, telling him, " He would regret it when he got older. " He got the tattoo and lived to regret it.
Sam lived his entire life under his mother's thumb. His days' and nights' were made up of dreams that never evolved.
Alexa and Lee seemed perfect for each other. They fell in love in grade school and beyond. Their love was tested and Lee failed miserably due to an accident that tore Alexia's world apart.
Even though I wasn't there, my eleven sisters and brothers told me stories of their time on an old farm and their good times. Their memories of olden times.
Cassius Clay AKA Muhammad Ali was known world wide for his boxing ability, plus his witty rhyme. He was loved by many, yet hated by some for his stance against the Viet Nam war. His condensed story.
Bev was a small town girl who loved her family, esp. her brother Ken. After college she went to work as an assistant editor at her small town newspaper. Ken chose the Peace Corps. Their story.
I was told about three years ago that I was allergic to animal dander. I took the injections and thought I was able to have a cat. My beautiful cat and I bonded for three days before the truth hit.
Nellie was a country girl who loved to write poetry. She went to the city in hopes of becoming a writer. She was told by publishers that poets and writers were a dime a dozen. shattered dreams.
Pete lived above his favorite bar, a place where he spent time and money, doing what he loved to do. Drink until he was drunk enough to sleep it off, so he could start again the next day.
This is poetry about two young lovers who spent most of their time on the beach until the storms of life blew their love into the sea.
Stuck in her car as high water was rising. The car battery dead disabling all systems. Unable to call for help, cell phone dead. Suddenly her phone lit up like a bolt of lightening. Dashing all hopes.
The labyrinth is located in New Harmony, Indiana, just a few mile from my home. It was an inspirational path that beckons my return.
I woke up this morning to a beautiful, sunny day. My red bud tree in full bloom. As I watched, the birds were enjoying the tree, flying in and out around the newly awakened tree. A sight to behold.
Ashley and Lisa were sisters, only two years apart. Ashley was obsessed with her self image. She hated Lisa because she feared she was more beautiful than she.
Janie was unconscious and unresponsive to verbal or touch stimuli after a fall down her basement stairs. She'd been in the critical care unit for two weeks when a frightful decision had to be made.
I was watching Good Morning America this morning when Brussels was attacked by terrorist. Donald Trump spoke about America being weak and what he would do if elected President.
My outlook on my personal life is blooming as well as the flower buds emerging from a time of stagnation
Annie lived her entire life waiting for her lover. Finally at the age of 90 he returns, or does he?
With the coming election my thought's returned to a time when politics were the farthest thing on my mind. The good old days of rock and roll.
Birthdays, why do they arrive so quickly when we age? It seems like only yesterday I was a whole year younger.
The wind blew fifty miles an hour all day. My birds unable to stay surefooted on the feeder, plus a neighbor's cats were lying in wait to catch them.
I wrote this yesterday when it was snowing again. The poetry came from wishful thoughts about spring and meditation.
I was looking at my barren tree in my back yard and remembering how beautiful it is in full bloom.
Everyone who knows me is aware of my inability to use new gadgets. Some might even say that I'm technology impaired.
I watched my TV this evening when suddenly the weatherman broke in with a warning of possible tornados. This piece is how I spent part of my evening.
I was listening to the radio when Kenny Rogers song, The Gambler came on and this piece came from my imagination of how it must be for a wife to live with a gambler.
Since I was a child I've been afraid of heights. This poem is about my guardian angel who helped me overcome the fear of crossing a bridge.
After listening to Donald Trump say that President Clinton degraded women, I had to write something in his defense, after all The Don is famous for putting women down.
Illinois is flooded in many areas. Haiku and Rictameter poetry related to the rain and many rescues provided by emergency vehicles and the Red Cross.
It had been four years since my last exam. I was scared I wouldn't pass. I passed , but I'm still scratching my head, wondering why?
Just a fun write from watching Saturday Night Live.
Jen had lived her entire life on an old worn out farm. After her father died she worked and saved enough money to take her to the bright lights in a city where she met the man she'd been dreaming of.
Lenny lost his wife and son in an auto mobile accident on Christmas Eve two years ago. He started to drink away his hurt. This story takes you through the heartache of addiction and recovery.
What must we do to keep the terrorist from destroying our way of life? Should we close our border's? Should we join forces with our allies and fight? We have much to ponder in days ahead.
This is a true experience I had at a nursing home while working as a R.N. It made an indelible memory that's lasted for decades.
My thoughts on how many creatures live in harmony in a lake and wondering why we humans can't do the same?
I was twelve years old and had gone to an evening movie. I noticed an older man watching me as I looked at the coming attractions. This is a true story about my close encounter with that man.
As I watched ' Good Morning America ' this morning and listened to Monica Lewinsky's interview, my mind wandered back to the 90,s when she attempted to destroy President Clinton's presidency.
I saw a picture of a dying lily among weeds and thought " It wouldn't die if someone came to it's rescue. " Then my muse kicked in and this piece arrived.
This is a story about a black man who was born blind, abandoned by his mother and father, raised by his grandmother, overcoming his disabilities and finding happiness.
Everyone knows that I'm not computer savvy. This is an exaggerated tale about my purchase of a laptop computer.
Our nation has experienced a wide variety of weather this summer. This is my attempt to include conditions around the north, south,east and west in Rictameter syllable style.
Lenny, a neglected little dog is kept locked in his cage because his master is too busy to take good care of him. This is a story of freedom and happiness found with the homeless people in L.A.
Joseph was a young man who had been searching for someone or something to fill a void in his young life, never dreaming a dove would help him fulfill that dream.
Driving along in my honda crv I see a detour that reminded me of a time when I followed an unknown road that opened up a new beginning for me. Written in rhyming fashion.
Hanna was a beautiful Jewish girl who was transported via rail freight cars to Auschwitz a concentration camp.
My five year journey on Hub Pages has filled a void after thirty four years of nursing. My high's and low's remembered.
Just a piece of creative writing about a woman's night table drawer that holds her memories of a love she lost in the Vietnam war.
I watched ' Twelve years a slave ' movie and this story evolved.
Jessie couldn't rid himself of his farther's past until he met the girl who helped him turn his life of crime into a life he'd always dreamed about.
I saw a picture of an old woman sitting in a rocking chair sewing. This piece is from viewing that picture.
This is my response to a prompt picture of an old fireplace left standing alone.
This is a story about the misfits in America today.
This is a true story about an Iwo Jima surviver who suffered with post-traumatic stress disorder his entire life.
This is a bit of poetry about endless love that lasts through eternity.
Tina lived in a sleepy little town in Tx. She was supposed to get married in June to her childhood sweetheart but something inside wanted more. A wild ride ended without fulfilling her dream's.
We wonder why some children grow up and become criminals or participate in dangerous adventures. Could it possibly be they are still needing the attention withheld at an extremely critical age?
A fun night, bringing in the new year with friends.
A writing technique using a one line sentence as a prompt, using Maureen as the main character. She found love and contentment while helping a young man just released from an orphanage.
My grandpa Rob and my grandma Minnie were as different as daylight and darkness, yet they were married for sixty-five years. She lived twenty years after he passed away. My memory of those days past.
My job as an R.N. was becoming more stressful as I aged and the new policies initiated were more stressful, causing nightmarish dreams.
Ruby's diner is small and quaint, where the locals and travelers stop to chat and eat the best food around. Next door is the Cozy Cone motel where activities are monitored closely..
This is what I saw looking out my window this cold November day, then enjoying the warmth from my blazing fireplace.
My thoughts on the election and the days ahead, also a look back at the good old days.
This is a piece of creative poetry. The weather is turning cold and my muse is back with a vengeance.
Bill Holland, ( Billybuc ) issued a writing challenge using his wife Bev's picture. This is my response.
Timmy and Old Shep loved the lake. Timmy couldn't remember a day when he wasn't by his side. The day started out just like any other until Timmy decided to wade out further than he should.
The eyelids are a wonderful place to store cherished memories.
A piece of creative writing involving an unsent letter.
The killer who sadisttically burned a man alive got his just reward.
I've been watching the pundits criticize President Obama for nonintervention in Syria. I feel the need to inject the notion of waiting to see just what his plans are.
This is an ongoing project initiated when Jo Goldsmith launched her ' Light 2 Love project Good words.
I sat looking out my window and watched as the raindrops formed streams and bubbles on my window pane, feeling mesmerized, the poetry took flight.
I was given the honor of receiving the running with the baton from Martie Coetser. This is my ode to love.
This is a short story, fiction dedicated to my friend Maria ( Mar ) Jordan who just lost her pet and best friend, Aunt Baby after ten years of unconditional love.
This is a story of fiction with a tad of truth written in parts. My sister Mary was the one who waited for Bill to return from WWll while waiting, she made bullets at the shipyard in Evansville, In.
My critter friends stopped coming since i've moved to my new home, so possibly i've devised a way to get them back.
This is a tribute to my sister Eva who passed away last evening.
I received a special request from a hubber friend manatita44 to write a finish to this story. It is dedicated to him.
A short fiction story about a lonely man who spent most evenings in a hotel lounge watching people dance and listening to piano music. A gang of bikers stopped in and changed his life dramatically.
I enjoy driving out in the countryside looking at old abandoned houses/farms. Invariably, i start to ponder who lived there, why did they leave? This poetry emerged from that drive.
It seems i tend to write dark poetry when the sun is not shining. I blame it on my muse, she loves the dark and takes control of my quill. The sun is out today and she's a no show.
This piece is in response to Alicia C- Lucifer-The Bearer of unearthly light- Lucifer's Desires.
This is in response to The Examiner-1 challenge by Frank Atancio's April poetry. His title, Flowers for a dead lover.
A fun write about my muse friend who visits me quite frequently. She is warning me to return to sad stories or else, she might leave me without any words to pen.
Evelyn had a change of heart, driving on a rainy night on interstate seventy five. He'd lied to her too many times.
Remembering the excitatory emotions of a first kiss.
This short story is written from a prompt picture provided by Billybuc. His invitation is open to all writers.
This is written in remembrance of my sister Stella and her husband Eugene who had this kind of love and devotion.
Rachael was a lonely woman who didn't feel beautiful anymore. She was sitting at her dresser looking at her appearance in the mirror when she realized she needed someone or something more in her life.
Lucy was a young woman who worked as a bookkeeper in a department store. She thought life was boring. She wanted adventure and meaning in her life, she found both on an old country road.
As i was watching leaves fall in my yard today, i was thinking about the chore of raking leaves. The leaves formed a mound, then a breeze emerged, blowing them into the wind, faraway from my yard.
After watching the world news last evening, i was emotionally moved to write about this horrific tragedy in Syria. Vaccine unavailable until recently. This is a heart wrenching travesty.
I was watching the brown corn stalks swaying in a field across from my house this morning. It brought forth a reminder of the importance of planting corn, thus my rictameter poetry emerged.
This is a story about love, the Korean war and renewing an old love.
Timmy was a little four year old boy who was anxiously awaiting the arrival of a baby sister. The story covers the birth and the aftermath of fear, hope and happiness.
Many times a person looks in a mirror and returns to a former time in their life, sometimes they worry about tomorrow.
My mother went to heaven in nineteen sixty eight, I still miss her everyday,
I know this is not a sophisticated write, but i felt like kicking celiac disease in the butt
This is a piece written in response to Cloud Explorer AKA Mike Pugh. His invitation to join voices against injustice and intolerance.
The sky turned deadly dark when the wind began to howl and blow Picking little Jessie up from his yard Tossing him to-and-fro Drifting over mountains and valleys far below Gushing rivers, twirling eddies rising high up in the sky Jessie...
Maggie, a seasoned lady stood gazing into the mirror, remembering her happy day's as an efficient and dedicated pediatric nurse Reconnecting with the children on her ward, precious time spent listening to their fairy-tale books, each one wanting...
Today i passed an old man on a busy down-town street He was homeless, carrying a sign that said, " I'm hungry, but i need a drink so much more His eye's begging, how could i make a quick retreat? When he held out his shaky hand, i couldn't...
As a nurse, you connect with many different beliefs. I found it easy to accommodate their last wishes.
I found it questionable when poetry is ridiculed since it evolves from the master poet's heart incomprehensibly deaf and blind to beauty lovingly penned as non-prose art Magical words erupt and pleads to pen and quill, "rhyme me master, open...
Sometimes when you awake to the truth, you move forward and never look back.
This is a true story about my sister Eva, ( Lois ) and her husband Lyle, their love kept them together through bad and good times.
I wrote this piece in response to Governor Rick Perry, ( Texas ) refusing a gay boy's admission to The Boy Scouts Of America. Little Timmy was so excited, he'd finally reached the ripe old age of ten He'd dreamed of joining The Boy Scouts Of...
Life is so busy. When i am stressed, i find a quiet place to pray and meditate. It always leaves me feeling relaxed and ready to meet a new day.
This is a story about true love between two young people, Mary and charles. Mary was a little farm girl who went to the city to find a better life.
The killing of twenty children and six teachers in Sandy Hook Elementary school in Ct. shocked the nation. Buying a gun is as easy as buying a coke. We must change the law and we must do it quickly.
I know many friends have written about my friend Dusty, Thinking what more could i add to make people see the true man First let me say that Dusty started following me after i wrote a hub about my nephew who died of aids because he was a gay man....
My take on the political season, and hoping everyone will vote.
Frolicking in new fallen snow Over the icy hills Running through frosted flakes Tongue extended, cold thrills Hanging out with sisters and brothers Each holding on tight down steep hills Gleefully screaming Out loud echoes Over the...
This is a story/poem about the struggles of one black man who was schackled and brought to America on a slave ship.
Drive In Place to cuddle Watch old classic movies Gone with the wind, epic delight Scarlett O'Hara, Rhett Butler, Mammy Tara, cotton plantation, home Scarlett's place of refuge Slavery, war Drive In. I saw on the evening news...
Tiger on the green swinging high Crowd cheering as ball almost reaches the sky The crowd whispers in disbelief Ball in coral reef Camera captures Tiger giving the third finger hi-five Please let me interject, I love Tiger, and i hope he...
Nine years ago today I quit smoking Tossed 'em away I must confess i was the meanest woman you'd ever 'wanna see I wanted to smoke So very desperately I went to work, walked into the designated smoking arena The billows of smoke...
Soil hardened dusty Cracks visible everywhere Grassland brown dying ******************************* Dry leaves curled upward Weeping Willow sad grieving Once swaying limbs limp ************************************ Beautiful Rose...
This poem was written from past memories of entering a cave in Missouri and the good times we had on Current River.
The lamp light in the darkened street Beckons me Should i leave my safe retreat? A recluse i'm sometimes called I often wonder what it's like To walk with friends in brightly lit malls You see I have this phobia, crowds scare me...
Rosie The Riveter Welding, riveting battle ships Destination Iwo Jima Japan Rosie inscribed her initials On the ship's forward bow Glowing self pride Rosie. I hope you can see the standing ovation. A tribute to your sister. She so...
Alone Walls closing in Listening for a sound The telephone, the door buzzer Automobile honking loudly next door Excited happiness erupts Hopeful invitation Unneighborly Alone. Great write, also caught...
Someone said to me today, Its just not good to get out of bed. I thought for a moment and replied, " Oh just think of all the beautiful sites you wouldn't get to see " A friend, a neighbor and especially me My friend Tom had the blues a wee bit...
She loved the color of lavender I always knew Just what to get her A blouse, a coat, a skirt, even a purple straw hat She would always smile and say, " Oh you didn't need to buy that " She was my childhood soulmate, my Sister Virgie whom...
Kate lived in expensive luxury down by the sea Unfulfilled, unhappy feeling a bleak destiny Often strolling alone on the lonely beach shore Aimlessly counting waves like so many times before Suddenly in the distance she hears a melody ...
I'm so excited, I just want to shout I have Baby Birds in a nest I must tell you how it all came about I moved my foyer tree out on my patio when the weather started to turn warm The next thing i knew A Bird's nest started to form At...
I am so hurt, I'm hurt to the core Bigezine didn't steal my work It's like they slammed the door In my face and left me so blue I searched their site And didn't find a clue I thought perhaps they would like a Haiku, a Rictameter, or a...
Easter Sunrise service Topless cathedral dome ************************************* Multitude assemble inside Underneath God's twinkling starry heaven Sacrament offering received ******************************************* ...
Looking at a beautiful vine covered cottage sitting atop a tulip lined hill Overlooking a Flowering meadow So serene so still My mind wanders back to childhood , seems so very long ago A joyful time That's difficult for me to let go A...
I read a story about a young unmarried mother who had joined the service because she was unable to find a job. She was killed in the line of duty. I wanted to honor her and her family.
He was seventeen Speeding irresponsibly Steering control loss ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Sharp curve ominous Deafening loud crash clamor Dead on arrival ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Wallet examined Donor card signed and dated ...