Author: Mark

  • Holiday Highway

    Windshield full of red

    Bobbing, weaving, as if one

    Holiday highway

  • The Football Game

    They stretch and they run and they test their worth,

    These mighty beasts of the sod and the turf.

    They jog in and they sprint out of the tunnel to cheers, 

    An anthem is sung, people pick up their beers.

    It’s time for the dance of the giants up front, 

    While the little ones scurry on their way.

    A dashing move here, a crash and a crunch,

    Balls carried, thrown, and kicked for play.

    The roars once so loud, they fade in no time,

    There’s praying and hugging and cries.

    It’s all over now, the crowds push to get out,

    Our heroes walk off with the prize.

  • Dawn Too

    Light breaks through the trees

    Clearing away lonely thoughts

    Colors returning

  • Dawn

    Coffee mug at dawn

    Pen to paper thoughts unleashed

    Only way to write

  • Family Time

    Thump smack bang scream crash

    Family Thanksgiving bash

    Silence escapes us

  • Fatherhood

    Selflessly serving

    Faith hope wisdom correction

    Father’s endless love

  • Typewriter Parts

    Gently set fresh paper

    between each margin stop.

    Crank over cylinder knob,

    wait for bail bar to drop.

    Hand on carriage return,

    align guide pointer at top.

    Fingers poised on keys,

    Striker swings up with a pop!

  • Remington Quiet-Riter

    Tactile touch on keys

    Clicking carriage sliding left

    Blissful typewriter

  • Game of Pitch

    High low jack game out

    Strategy toying with luck

    Cards are right tonight

  • Disconnected

    Silence on the line

    Can you hear what I’m saying

    Help me reconnect