Late at night again
He’s dreaming on the screen
He’s dreaming waterfalls and
bumblebees flying impossibly.
He’s dreaming flowers waving in
the spring breeze like
children.
He’s dreaming the wind blowing in
her hair again.
David Jackson
Everyday Russian family in the View of Americans | Poem by Vladimir Tayninskiy
Everyday Russian family in the view of Americans.
Vladimir Tayninskiy
I’m home!
Why so late?
On the way to bear I was detained – I gave him vodka!
Everyone at the table !
Let’s drink some vodka.
Mom, I’m gonna go play with the bear.
He was already drunk and happy!
OK, only first you son have a drink vodka.
Where’s grandpa?
It is the second week in a queue for coupons on coupons for vodka!
Well, before that he drank vodka and not sleeping.
Okay, go for a walk, son, and don’t forget to write a report to the KGB tonight!
We don’t have food,but there’s a box of vodka.
That’s 30 bottles.For a month.
Honey, something’s boring!
You drink vodka and play the balalaika.
I’m going to dance.
I’m already drunk and funny!
And so on…
what do you really think?
Howling under the Porch Poem
You’ve been quiet
I’ve said too much
You can’t take it back.
The dogs howl under the porch.
The cats fight over entrails.
All is confused.
The dogs under the porch are ghosts.
The dogs are walked and their poop is gathered in the twilight.
The ghosts of the dogs howl under the porch and the cats are spoiled.
Did I say the wrong thing?
It would be good to say the wrong thing,
to say anything is wrong
when
all
is
wrong
and I howl under the porch.
Theft By Deception | Poem
Theft By Deception
By: Author Renee’ Drummond-Brown
I can’t remember his name. But I know;
we loved once. I can’t remember his game,
but I know that I was always sent back to start, and it was a good one. I can’t remember a thang. But,
he says to me, we once said “I do.” If, this is true. Theft by deception
is ev’r so cruel. 911 what can I do?
Dedicated to: Alzheimer’s Disease (Awareness)
A RocDeeRay Poem
Other books by Renee’ Drummond-Brown:
~T.T.T. Book #6 launching soon. WATCH FOR IT.
~A B.A.D. Poem
~The Power of the Pen
~SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER
~Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs
And
~e-Book: Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight
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