Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
This sure wasn’t in my plan, but yet here I stand, feeling like the opposite of a baby grand, for a sign or clue I’d delight to demand.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Love floats on balloon 🎈 Maroon strings lift to Heaven Hearts beat in the clouds
Once, there was a tall limber lumberjack, named Ricky-Ticky. He had a powerful ax that went wackity wack, wack. You see,
Caught, fresh, sun-handed Petals bask in sunshine flask Warm day, disbanded
Leave and cleave, don’t stay too close to your parents please. You need to be one.
Tree looked down haughtily at stream below. Eyes rolling, tree said, “It must run in the family.” Without missing a beat,
Needing straight jacket I want to see white, white walls What a way to end
Dear Lord, These are the things I thank you for: Your Word Your protection My daughter My parents and grandmother
Guilt trips drive me mad No-fun-summer-vacation Where nobody won
Tucked away for now But then I really forgot Until child made known
Flip the camera Heart seed, samara Mental fruit and praise Vintage grip and haze Flash of hot lightning Struck the glass sighting
Calm companionship Sails on gentle, strong, blue waves Sea breeze, comfort food
