Not in Service

Not in Service

FYI and to whom it mat concern, I will be taking a blogging break. I have no idea how long I will be taking, but your prayers would be appreciated while I'm out of service. Thank you. Well.... not really out of service. More like run into the ground, burnt out and in dire need [...]

Skies and Sighs

Skies and Sighs

Sky High Sighs How many times can she sigh sky high? Okay that’s just silly  This must be some "parboiled poetry" Truly Really Why do my stupid poems make me laugh? Especially when this car's out of gas? Must be the fumes.  Tina S.W September 7, 2020 September Wind It swept through her hair like [...]

Tina’s Lament

Tina’s Lament

How many times, Lord!?  How many times!? Must I always fall on my face and cry!? That's all I have right now.  Then she starts laughing. True story.  July 5, 2020 Tina S.W.  No, she isn't insane, even if she does write about herself in third person sometimes. It's all part of the journey. Well... [...]

My Box

My Box

Am I vanilla or is the world a bit mad? Am I mad? I might be a bit out of my box.  Where's my box!?  Hides. What did she just say?  I don't know what that even means! Where am I?  I think I just teleported to a different reality Where's my box? Backs away [...]

Plan B

Plan B

Have you ever reviewed what you were going to post and decided it's not worth posting? Maybe It's just not ready for posting yet. Next I looked at my drafts and nothing felt right. It's probably this funk I'm in. So plan B. Poetry on the fly! S Car Go I'm a coat that’s seen [...]

Kick It!

Kick It!

Down in the Dumps Why do I feel so crummy? Down and oh so glummy I don't want to end this poem With a word like tummy or yummy.  Drats… Tina S.W.  May 1, 2020 May 1st May 1st? When did that happen? Only yesterday it was April. Ha… I like that one. ☺ Tina [...]

Tired

Tired

T-ried I-t didn't work R-eally don't have any energy  E-nded up back in bed D-oh T-omorrow I-t could happen R-eally, anything is possible E-veryone needs hope D-on't count me out T-urtles are still slower than I am I-could take 'em in a three legged race R-eally, I could  E-ven young grow tired and weary D-ream [...]

Soft Boiled

Soft Boiled

Hearts on sleeves often get squeezed Sometimes crushed unknowingly Rubbed the wrong way By the words people say But lack of words  Can do the same. So what do you do With a silly soft heart? It's better soft boiled  Than stubbornly hard… --- Egg metaphors? Really? A soft boiled heart? Really? That came out [...]