Monthly Archives: January 2024

I Miss The Forest

Nature Poem by Chris Bunton I miss the forest.The deep silence,Hiding sounds in wait.The watching of life. Breath being heldBy the souls that dwell thereThe trees speakingIn that sweet vibration The squirrel can’t sit stillTo many chores to do.Here, there, and everywhereHe goes to do his thing. The wind spirit flowsUsing leaves to sing.Her instrumentContinue reading “I Miss The Forest”

Can’t Wait For Spring

A Than-Bauk poem by Chris Bunton Can’t wait for Spring,with glowing green;bursting new life. Song birds in love,like the dove, fromabove, the road. Shove clouds away,sunshine day, bringsweet May, delight. I have always loved nature. I care for it deeply. But, in my younger days I hated Springtime. Winter was cold and nasty. But, thenContinue reading “Can’t Wait For Spring”

The Cafe Terrace At Night

By Chris Bunton He remembers times with her.Sharing moments alone in,the cafe terrace at night.Not too long ago. This Dodoitsu poem is about one of my favorite paintings. The Cafe Terrace At Night by Vincent Van Gogh. When I look at the painting it makes me feel longing for warmth. That I’m out in theContinue reading “The Cafe Terrace At Night”

Remembering

Recovery Advice by Chris Bunton I was walking downtown at night, when I got the strong smell of whiskey in my nose. It was over powering, and brought back memories of puking that stuff up a thousand times. It was Southern Comfort. The smell was so recognizable I could almost taste it.   I haveContinue reading “Remembering”

Rock Bottom

Recovery Poem By Chris Bunton There comes a point in a person’s life where things must change.They have hurt themselves, and others.They have lost everything they had.They have even lost their way.It’s a point, where the failures and the terrible things of their past rise up to haunt them.They must change or perish. Because of whatContinue reading “Rock Bottom”

That 80’s Night

Poem by Chris Bunton It was a dark nightat the end of the 80s When we partied like fools,in a demon filled rage. Young and dumb and alive forever;flying down back roads like banshees high. To a place for a burning pyre. Around the orange flameswe danced. Where fights occurredand rumors spread like STDs. DoContinue reading “That 80’s Night”

Work Harder

A Hard Life By Chris Bunton Work harderand pull those boot straps.You’ll have the dream, they sayyou’ll get fatter. But not today;today you’ll tighten your belts.You and your kids will waitfor a future time to play. Work yourself to deathand we will take a third.A little more here.A little more there. Work harder,get 2 orContinue reading “Work Harder”