Day: November 18, 2014


coming much too soon

death lowers it’s ugly head

and touched her sweet soul

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Everything Ends In Catastrophe

Everything you do ends in catastrophe

Your life, and the lives of those around you

Turn slowly into puddles of nothingness

You are a waste of people’s talent and time

You’ve been shown love, but give nothing in return

You bleed souls dry, then leave them to rot

Confusion engulfs you

And leaves little for others

Your wit takes too much in payment

Gives too little change

In summing up

You are certainly best at a distance

And, better yet, left alone


© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Autumn Days

Autumn days like this are for keeping

An easy stroll

A stop in the park

Where I watch the passer-by’s

With no interference or indifference

time is never rushed

The breeze is slight and cool

Relaxation is easy this way

A man stops in front of me

Stares at his reflection

Nothing more than his shadow

Which doesn’t judge him

Doesn’t even stare back

Come to think of it, neither does mine

And that’s perfect

A real keeper

Just like these autumn days

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Junk Collector

I collect things

Probably too many things

I’m not a hoarder

But many items number my collections

Most of its useless

I have a fondness for the 1940′s

My office has three aging Philco radios

Four old typewriters

Ashtrays everywhere, from every casino imaginable

There’s a couple of quill pen sets around

Subtle reminders that I write, as well as type

There are stacks of papers

Writings of all flavors, many incomplete

And books

Books, books, and more books

Many never read

But, oh how the books are everywhere

I feel comfort in their surroundings

Like old friends leaning in

Offering suggestions or ideas

Sometimes good

Sometimes not

© Dicky J Loweman 2014