All in Confidence

Dashing, Ole' St Nick

With the way the economy is with the Coronavirus, and we have the inflations cost at a rise too. Having the need to write something to topple those few issues alone. And this quaint little Christmas writing began as a text message to my older brother, John, for Christmas, and my sister. I do not believe I have told him this either. Hmm? Come on in and read this delightful Christmas poetry. Guaranteed it puts a smile on your face.

Only Dreams Imagination

“Only Dreams Imagination” was written because of a group of fellow writers, Soupers is what we call ourselves, at PoetrySoup.com. But not just them, per se, but humanity. I pray these things for everyone along with your needs. I hope you find delight in this poem. It’s who I am, it’s always been, who I am!

Cleverly

You want to talk about getting lost in your writing. Well, these words got me confused. Ha! I guess as a writer, anything is possible in this business. Written like a parable, I had stop and think just what I was writing about. Mind wandered here, and there. Not real sure I should be telling you, folks, this either. hahaha...

Enjoy my friends, not sure how many times I laughed at myself here?

May The Days You Wake

I have been searching for many years, 10-15, for some missing poetry. t A dubious publisher from the past that took advantage of at least a million or more poets and poetesses. The material that made them millions without the expressed permission of those authors. And, tried selling these books back to the authors of their works at ridiculous prices. It was perseverance and drive to find at least some of them. I had copies that I kept in an email account, which I lost the password or forgot it. That back then, if you didn't have the exact information, you weren't getting into that address. Today, it is different, which goes to show how far our technology has come. I thank my lucky stars and a machine called the Wayback for coming through, to at least finding remnants of these poems. I'll leave their name out of this, a bad publisher of an inexperienced young author back then.