A Poem about Naked

A Poem about Naked

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

I just wrote this bit of prose.

I just got naked

I used to sing a lot of solos.

Boy did I expose my nakedness.

Every time I write a blog,

I’m as naked as a jay-bird.

A few times in life,

I’ve had to apologize

to someone for something.

I got real naked in those moments.

Sometimes at work I’ll present an idea.

People see my nakedness.

My friend made a coconut cream pie.

She really showed her nakedness.

You see, my naked friend.

When we do anything boldly,

and we present it to the world,

we stand naked and proudly say

I am glad to show you the full

and unadulterated me.

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A Couple of Good Poems

A Couple of Good Poems

by Dr. Seuss

Saturday Morning

Saturday Morning

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

It’s Saturday morning.

We had my French toast

with bananas in brown sugar,

rum, and other flavors.

Yum! Yum!

We slept in. 

I wrote.

She listened to a book.

We did nothing

and enjoyed every minute

of it.

I love Saturday mornings.

After a busy week

it is our oasis.

Later today,

we go out … out and about.

Where, we don’t much care.

How long, we don’t have a clock set.

All we know is this …

we get to be together,

together on this lovely Saturday,

doing nothing to the best

of our abilities.

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The Old Ford Is Dead

The Old Ford Is Dead

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

My Ford is dying.

I ain’t lying.

We’re giving it away,

that’s sad to say.

It lasted eighteen years

and took us from there to here

And now, there it sits.

It no longer fits

It was reliable.

That’s undeniable.

We fixed what broke

and always said we’d have it

till it croaked.

It croaked.

It’s broke.

Its usefulness has been revoked.

We now make room

for a good one we presume

but for now, we say ‘Thank you’.

You gave us wings and we flew.

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I'm Abandonin' My Faults

I’m Abandonin' My Faults

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

I’m abandoning my faults.

They do me no good.

They cling, they trip me up,

they sting, and stink,

they foul the water.

I’m abandonin' my faults.

It is not a fearful thing.

I will not miss them.

I’m just cuttin' my loses

and findin' new ventures

and adventures.

I’m abandonin' my faults.

I never meant to have faults.

They just sort of cling

and follow, and hold on

long after the fault. 

No more.

I’ve been learnin’

and growin’

and movin’

and shakin’

and these faults

are droppin' like flies.

I’m makin’ room for

some more faults.

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