Poetic License

In isolation There is less pain… So alone I try to remain… The more I try to explain… I soon realize my thoughts are so insane… But there’s no reason to complain… Reaching out I’ll just try to refrain… © 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

I once loved my beautiful New Orleans… The city that care forgot… But today it’s like a frickin trashcan… With politicians that simply care not… They no longer pick up the garbage… As no one seems to care… I try to get my new neighbors to help out… But no one wants to do their share… It’s seems like people are happy… Living like fat pigs in a dirty pen… The local residents keep telling their children… Move away and don’t return again… The restaurants and bars are all closing… The tourists are nowhere to been seen… The crime rates are shooting through the roof… The entire city is no longer clean… We have no one to blame but ourselves… For electing politicians who feed at the trough… When we beg them to listen to our worries… They smile and give us the blow off… When we elect the dregs of society… Politicians with no skin in the game… It’s too bad New Orleans is dying… A slow death for those who remain… © 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Fly, my son… Spread your wings… See the world, first hand… It’s yours for the taking… If they tell you no… Ask them why not… Better yet… Don’t ask him anything at all… Fly, my son… Spread your wings… You don’t need anyone’s permission… It’s yours for the taking… You have the same rights… We are all truly equal… Don’t for one minute… Think you are less than anyone else… Fly, my son… Spread your wings… Open your mind, your imagination… Control your own destiny… Don’t give them your power… Do your own thing… Be curious… Seek knowledge… Fly, my son… Spread your wings… Fly, my son… © 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

There are certain times in life… When a woman meets a strong man… She wants nothing more than to feel alive… In that special way that only he can… When the opportunity finally presented itself… She jumped and made him aware… That she wanted to have everything he could possibly offer… As she ran her fingers through his curly hair… She allowed him to totally control her body… Handing over the keys to her feminine power… He touched her in a way so that all of her stars were aligned… Creating the perfect meteor shower… It doesn’t always happen… But when the timing presents itself… Allow yourself to receive all he wants to give… And leave your boy toy on the shelf… © 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Do you know how much I love you Even though we live apart... Do you know how much I miss you And always have right from the start... I’m sorry your Mom and I used to argue... But there’s one thing on which we both agree... We truly love you with all our hearts... You mean the world to her and me... Do you know how much I think of you Every morning when I awake... Do you know I want to hold you When my heart begins to ache... I wish we could all live together But sometimes parents move away... Just know how much we love you... And that our love will always stay... Do you know you make us proud... Do you know how much we care... It’s such a honor to be your parents... With all the praise your teachers share... Sometimes life can be a challenge... We make the best of every day... Just remember that we both love you And that our love will always stay... ©  2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Three precocious pussies... Engaged in a séance one stormy night... Upon hearing some loud angry hisses... They scampering off in scaredy-cat fright...  Connecting with their many lost lives... In what became a ouija obsession... These three precocious little tabbies... Fell into a demonic possession... When felines play with necromancy... Then they should always beware... Playing with a dead pussy... Can give one quite the scare... ©  2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice