My Galleries

scribbled pics
with no hues of self-pity…
no shadings of poor me…
neither silver colored
whoa is me tears…
these pics painted
with lonesome language
exuberant song
always sincere heart/
only observations/
confessions by way
of sharing
with other confused isolated
souls planet passengers
fellow inmates/
captive to crippled thinkings…
no judgements/
only colors used/
mixed pigment
of
compassion/pity
honest bewilderment
at world’s cruelty
as well as my own –
landscape sketches
all ending with
Weary Sigh…

Autumn Murder

garrulous ravens
on telephone line…
looks like a murder…

When We Were Pretty

our armor unscratched/
gleaming boldly/
reflecting future suns…
when the smiles came easy/
freshly inviting…
when our eyes possessed
clean vision fearless
inquisitive & accepting –
when we were Whole/
our selves undivided
unfettered & unguarded – when our hearts were
unafraid of new things
different tunes –

when we were Pretty…

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Welcome to WordPress.com. I am Stephen Simpkins and this blog will contain my poems. I will add more often, so please check back. And thank you for reading my work.