Master of the Obvious...#80
As breath is to lungs so is controversy to the wicked.
Poetry is heart language. Nothing about life is beyond the romance of verse. Sometimes it gushes, other times trickles, but it all comes from the center of our emotions. Poetry is meant to be read aloud, even in whispers. Read it slowly, naturally, as you would a letter from home. I hope my work both charms and disturbs you. But mostly, I hope you see some of yourself in these reflections of my soul. ~ James M. Woods
Master of the Obvious...#80
As breath is to lungs so is controversy to the wicked.
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Friday, April 30, 2021 0 comments
Master of the Obvious...#79
Loving a faithless woman is like chopping wood with blistered hands.
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Master of the Obvious...#78
Teaching a fool is like filling an ocean with a spoon.
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Master of the Obvious.....#77
Honor and dignity are always friends.
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Friday, April 30, 2021 0 comments
there ain't nothin' here
that's holdin' me.
i could get home anytime
that i wanna be.
i'm tryin' to hold on
for as long as i can.
it means nothin' to you
but i'm makin' my stand.
i just thought you should know.
you've been a friend to me.
but don't hold me too close
i feel so empty.
i'm confused and tired
and a little bit drunk.
like i'm bailin' out a boat
that's already sunk.
so, if you could see your way clear
please let me go.
i've said all there's to say
and you know all you can know.
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Sunday, April 18, 2021 0 comments