Three Poem Treats


If I write the poem in my heart
things fall apart, I fall apart
nocentior can hold
I wrote this panning for gold.


If I forget who I am
maybe I’ll be Sam I am
until it comes back to me
who I’m supposed to be.


The ironies of life are not
lost on those who iron
the wrinkles from their day
night always increases.

~ ~ ~

[I posted the above poems as tweets on Twitter
one each the last three successive days;
here, I’ve made a few minor changes.
This footnote is not a poem.]



  1. ivor20 says:

    Your little treats were like tasty appetizer’s


    1. Joe Linker says:

      Thx Ivor. Sometimes that’s all we need.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. ivor20 says:

        I do a series called Tit Bits, a poem made up of 4 or 5 small poems. hmmm, I’ll attach my latest one,

        Liked by 1 person

  2. bristlehound says:

    And as life progresses, hopefulness becomes our only friend.


    1. Joe Linker says:

      Hopa, hopian, hoop, circle, cycle. Hmm. Thx B!


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