Doing Sixty ― Behind the castle walls in dungeon far below the cries and shrills of tortured souls await the pit of pendulums steel They came as guests wined and dined and fattened for the kill not knowing what awaited them execution by the mighty swing of... (More)
Doing Sixty ― I hear the rain dancing on my roof and know its time for me to lay my pen to rest and walk the night streets of placid shades of blue Wrap my trench around a soul with my fedora resting tipped slightly to the front to catch the rain that beats upon... (More)
Doing Sixty ― A Past love waits for him Beneath the depths Of despair yet sullen Amongst the apple Blossoms sweet scent And petals silky touch She runs bare foot in a Gown of white and purity Her long Black hair dancing As the whippoorwill Sings it’s message... (More)
Doing Sixty ― It was the year 1845 when little Laura was born to Mr and Mrs. James Alexander Mackenzie in Fayette County, Kentucky. They homesteaded as many did in that period and put the plough and horse to work taming the rugged land. As little Laura grew into a... (More)
Doing Sixty ― For those of you who believe in or have actually had an up close and personal experience with a ghostly figure, I hope you will appreciate this piece of poetry. I had such a sighting a few years back when I was driving through the night to get to my... (More)
Doing Sixty ― Yes sir, no sir, I won’t do it again sir, I promise sir, please don’t make me cry again sir. These were often enough the words I heard at my flat as a child growing up in a turbulent,emotionally abusive, argumentative, smoke filled and... (More)
Doing Sixty ― It’s 20:00 hours as I pull into the Long Haul Transport company terminal. I’m feeling kind of nervous not knowing what to expect. You see the company has teamed me up with a fella who has been trucking for them for a number of years. They... (More)
Doing Sixty ― Here I was sitting in my real estate office contemplating what I was going to do with the rest of my life. My marriage had gone south, legal fees mounting, financial disaster rearing it’s ugly head and my children being turned against me. I had... (More)
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Doing Sixty ― His studio is alive with her naked beauty of pristine perfection as she poses her slender body wrapped in see through silk that covers the most subtle beauty of each curve of her alabaster skin so divine yet so fragile to his eye The curtain is flung... (More)
Doing Sixty ― Back in the 70′s I met a young Indian man who recounted a strange but bizarre story to me about being tortured in dreams over an incident that happened to him at a ceremonial grave site on his reservation. He goes on to tell me about a white... (More)
Doing Sixty ― Stillness broke as a sound echoed through the trees It was a blood curdling scream of pain and anger deep Within the soul, the cave was nearby and the smell Was so thick you could almost feel it hanging in the air The Moon was full and with the dark... (More)
Doing Sixty ― It’s raining lightly as Phantom 309 turns the wheel over to the rookie he was set up with at the terminal back home in Prairie City, Manitoba. “Okay, rookie get your ass out of the slip seat and take over the wheel. This here phantom is... (More)
Doing Sixty ― When did it all leave Why did we let go to Our dreams and futures Lost forever like burnt ashes Tossed to the wind When the storm ended Between us and love died Sorrows crept in like poison On the ivy and we cried For the sake of the children We were... (More)
Doing Sixty ― Saturday couldn’t come soon enough, I woke up bright and early and told my mom I was grabbing a quick bowl of cereal and heading out the door to catch the nine am bus to take me uptown to Sherbrooke and Atwater. Sitting in the bus, my heart was... (More)
Doing Sixty ― So where do I begin? It was 1963 in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. I was 15 years old attending Montreal High School and working after school at a dry cleaning store as a delivery boy. One afternoon on a cloudy, windy, rainy day I was given a delivery of... (More)
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