Daily Verse a short verse (almost) every day

Attention Span

Get more sleep, exercise.
A side of salad, not the fries.
Read a book, feed the soul.
Don’t fall into a Reddit hole.

Go outside, climb a hill.
Enough of solo Netflix & chill.
Be in nature, smell the flowers.
Stop YouTube after three hours.

Listen to people, call your gran.
Stop staring at girls on Instagram.
I’d make things better with this plan,
if only I had the attention span.


Your long slender fingers
come and intertwine,
as your lips approach
and interlock with mine.

I cannot feel you
without also being felt.
The soft strokes soothing,
the warmth that makes me melt.

The hum of your sweet voice
resonates within my chest.
Who knew that being this close
would help me open best.

Demon of Love

A demon of love was sent to me
to light my lips on fire.
Tall and bold and white and gold,
swaying to lute and lyre.

Three weeks in tempest spent aroused
with the hustle of a mini hoard:
a sustained release compacted dose
of the magical Maxxxie Ford.

Though her blood runs warm and eyes aflame
and she loves the seductive art,
beneath the masque and within her breast
beats a tender, angel’s heart.

There are those that fade from memory,
and those that scar the mind.
But a gentler, softer, sexier brand
nevermore shall I find.


The seas have risen,
there is fire in the sky.
The animals are all gone,
not a bird left to fly.

The flowers have turned to dust,
to ash the webs of vine.
Here, at the end, I ask of you:
will you be my valentine?


They said you weren’t coming,
I was told not to wait:
and make a reservation
before it was too late.

I really want to see you,
there is so much to say.
But my calendar’s all booked
for the rest of the day.

If only I’d kept me free,
we’d be together tonight.
Instead, you’re now leaving
by an early morning flight.

When will I be able
to see you like this again?
I won’t be me, you won’t be you,
it won’t be now, then.