Day: June 11, 2015

A Gaggle Of Poets

Scott couldn’t keep his hands off the pretty ladies

So now he pays $1,500.00 a month in alimony

The rest he blows on his rent and booze

Pete killed a man in Kansas, back in ’68

Now he wakes to nightmares, almost every night

Sleep doesn’t come easy to him

Harry made millions in the stock market

Lost all of it there, too

Now he buys his meals on a government card

As for me, you should know my story by now

No further explanation needed

The four of us make up “The Gang”

Four useless and mainly talentless writers,

But so full of big ideas,

Of which so little makes it down on paper,

So little actually gets written

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


At times, when the sun is at its highest,

My writing reaches a wall,

Reaches the lowest point,

And all of my creativity is sucked out

It’s as if all the sweat I’ve Iost

Holds all of my abilities,

Holds all my thoughts

The best answer I have found,

Lies in a quiet stream,

Surrounded by the tallest of trees

The only sounds back there,

Come from lazy birds,

Who can’t be bothered with full songs

Everything back there is slower,

And the shade shields me from the heat

A wade in the stream,

Maybe a little wine,

And just like that,

Refreshed, revived and rejuvenated

Cooled off and once again,

Filled with thoughts,

And without warning,

The writing comes back

And then all in the world,

Is in sync

Everything falls right back to perfect,

Everything is right, again

Dicky J Loweman 2015 ©