All in Writing

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!

Loneliness Hotel

This poem is about depression, anxiety, and the ups and downs of the back-set in life, called mental illness. I was born with, hyperactivity disorder, and couldn’t control my behavior. This led to further implications within my life.

Self Discovery - Finding You!

Self discovery is a gritty thing and involves perseverance along the way. When you lived in a position that you totally let it consume you, it can leave multiples of damage mentally, and emotionally. Years ago they called it manic deprression, today its called bipolar. I’m very bipolar and not a bit ashamed to say that. But it can and will mess with you in a variety of ways, some people can’t deal with it, and turn and take there lives. I know, I’ve almost been there, or rather I had been in this exact seat i’m talking about.

North America, USA

The country in which I, North America, and 325 million other people live. ( This is only an estimate) and the remaining 6 billion people, are never going to agree with all the issues in each of our other countries in which we live. But, North America of The United States, is always turned to for help. That's why we are, the Lands of the Free, a Home of The Brave.

Enchanted Forest

Dedicated to; Jersey

Ms. Jersey was my nephews' dog, I was on vacation up there. Jersey and I would get up go out at 5a and drink coffee in one of the lounge chairs, then maybe about 7:30 a.m., after everyone would leave, school, work, I'd take her for a morning walk to the park, just down the street. Shortly after, probably a week, Ms. Jersey passed away. Poor girl, rest in peace furbaby.