New poems
by “Ash” Gamble

 

Stormcloud Writer

 

I like to write in the whirlwind

of booze, but I'm sober now,

I like to write in the raindrops

but the ink spills and runs

onto the sand

I like to write in a fury

but sometimes I have to slow

down and check my meaning.

 

 

 

Old Codger Man

 

the snot-nosed kids call me

old codger man because they

don't know where I've been,

they don't know what I hold

inside

don't know about my wife

who passed

and the three dogs I love

and the house I have that

looks at the water

 

 

 

Sail Boats

 

the man who pulled a gun

on me for dating his daughter

wore a shirt made of sailboats

and bounced as he came

after me like a summer breeze

but I did not run

because I had seen barrels

before without the sea

 

 

 

A Real Irish Whiskey

 

the company I keep

is full of itself

and asks for a real Irish

whiskey, so I decide

I would rather travel with

another herd, one that

knows not to insult

the bar tenders

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