Paper Airplanes

I can’t remember the last time
I made a paper airplane.
Do you remember how they each flew differently
but were folded the same?
Each crease of our imagination,
when it flew, we would watch with fascination.
Weighed down by too many thoughts and prayer,
I question why it never goes anywhere.
But when a friend makes one
and I see it fly,
I can’t help but smile and give it another try.


Inspired by a great guy and writer, Antony! Keep up with the poetic mischief brother!

A Table with Friends

Friends are like food
that I can’t keep myself away from.
When I’m the mood for
knowledge, advice, or a laugh,
I reach out to one or all of them.

First are the Sweet Ones.
Innocent as icing
and adorable in their own way.
Some may be too sweet,
so I’ll treat myself perhaps once a week.

Then there are the Healthy Ones,
organic in flavor
and raw to the core.
Honest and trustworthy,
I can’t be greedy and ask for more.

There are a few which are considered Bland
and can’t be by themselves.
One can’t be without
the other.
I appreciate their bond when we’re all together.

The Spicy Ones can
lure you in with their enticement.
They can wear danger
and make it look seductive.
Trust me, it can make for great times…if you don’t regret it.

But I have to question,
“Which one am I?”
Am I Sweet?
Healthy? Bland or Spicy?
I like to think I’m the drink when others get thirsty.