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"Shining Seriously" by Brian Bolding Walking marching waking up To a world so full of chaos Your smiling face leaves An everlasting grace The sheets you sleep in Becomes the womb I weep in Walking like ghosts Leaving no trace Kissing you softly All over your muddy face Broken inside And hardly broken in Withering... Continue Reading →
I wrote this poem nearly 2 years ago and saw it sitting in my drafts for the site. I had forgotten about it, but it was fully finished. So here it is, 2 years later... and a lot of it still applies! Enjoy... -B "The Grass is Overgrown" by Brian Bolding 6.9.24 The grass is... Continue Reading →
'Simply Said' by Brian Bolding *** Simply said I grew up, never wound up dead like so many that have gone before laying there lifeless motionless on the grimy club floor simply said life's too short, my old man said man it must be true what a few years difference makes now i'm invisible too... Continue Reading →
Shortly after I moved here to Albuquerque to 'start over' after a string of long term failed relationships (and a dead end career) in Dallas, TX, where I lived on and off for 35 years, I settled in to a room in a local church that was $300 per month, all bills paid... (Read more) #poetry #writing #moving #life #travel #movingon #introspection #friendship #nm
"The Monster Ran Afowl" appears in my poetry book for October 2022, 'The Wasted Angsty Monster Diaries, Volume One.' It's about Halloween, and grizzly, terrible relationships from long ago. Enjoy the #poem!-BB
To honor Atari's amazing 50th Anniversary this week, I decided to write a new poem. This one's inspired by #Atari and a lifetime of fun, amusement & great times. These were all produced by Atari's amazing home gaming consoles, 8-bit computer lines & arcade games which are dotted throughout our lives and memories. This poem was written on 6/30/22, in honor of Atari's wonderful, glorious 50 years of entertainment this week. Thanks, Atari! And here's to the next 50!
Another week, another school shooting massacre. We've all become "used to it," and we never truly should. This poem came to me while walking my dogs on Memorial Day, 2022, in the aftermath of the tragedy in Uvalde, Texas, where 19 elementary school students were massacred by an 18-year-old, as well as 2 adults, while 19 cops stood nearby and did nothing for over an hour. Feel angry? You should. And you should make your voice count at the polls this year. Here's how I also deal with mine. Read on...
Just a poem about old vs. new me. "Renaissance King," by Brian B.
On April 21, I visited my big Sis in Socal along with my TX family. We met up and took Mom (for her 69th birthday) to Catalina Island on the Catalina Flyer ship. The waves got pretty brutal going over on Friday, 4/22, and it made me re-evaluate my life & my new choices, and how I can now stand in my own power. This poem was written in 'real time' on 4/23/22 @ 9:49 AM PST
A new #poem for you... about being 46, single and feeling a little blue. As one does. "Jabberwocky blues" was written on January 13, 2022 in my poetry book for Jan-Mar 2022, 'New Season.' -BB
Ballistik Coffee Boy. 