I need your eyes!

I am working on an eBook of 1-minute stories and poems. What looks better when you are reading on a tablet or phone in portrait mode? (I formatted to page to fit on an iPad in portrait mode and assume most tablets or Kindle readers would be similar.)

Is it the first one with the poem on the image? 

Or do you prefer the second one with text on the page but below the image? 

 
Please share your preference in the comments below. Thanks! ~Joe

Gulls

White feathered creatures
soaring over the sea’s edge
flowing with the wind.

 

Thanks for taking the time to drop by. Your feedback is appreciated because I am working on a book of my collection of micro-stories and poems. 

Check out the visual version here.

 

A Song For Her

  
I sat alone in silence
until my soul was clear
I picked up my instrument 
and sang for someone dear 

Closest to my heart 
A space reserved for only one
Trying to write a song night after night 
adding words into a meaningful sum

Playing this worn guitar
I found at a garage sale 
Strumming the few chords I know
when my voice fails

Yet I sing in my room
as if you were here 
A neighbor listened and sang her own 
as my words resonated to all who would hear

The lyrics are complete 
It’s time to let you hear me play
this song to win your heart 
and convince you to stay 
for a lifetime. 

Dedicated to my lovely wife, Shellet. Thanks for reading.

Accordion Angel

  
Accordion Angel
was playing on the streets
pressing and squeezing 
while his foot tapped a beat

Dressed up for the day
from his boots to his hat
He stuck to his own style
for years has been part of his act 

Not really an act
More like a concert
If you don’t know his genre
he will make you a convert

Of head nodding polka
with Mexican spice 
that causes you to skip
once maybe twice

When I walked up to Angel
He looked right in my face
Taking a pic was fine
but the fee was money in his case 

He kept playing and singing
his Mexican tunes
holding on to his dreams
that fame would come soon. 

Old L.A. 

 

Someone share your account
of what it used to be
fulfilling dreams and finding love
in and around the big city

What was it like
the transformation of this place
the mindset of the people
the looks on each face

And can we hope for a future
that emerges from these old streets
with changes that make sense
where all these souls meet.

Thanks for taking the time to read my latest poem. Sometimes, I get to go with my wife before the crack of dawn to get florals at the flower district in this part of Los Angeles. It is marvelous to see the big city wake up. 10 million folks in one place. Many more millions of dreams and stories of success and heartache and everything in between.

A Poem About IKEA & Laughter


Playing house
At the local IKEA
Relieves the stress
At least that’s my idea

Life is too short
To always play it cool
There are just some moments
You have to be a fool

Smiles trump frowns
And chuckles beat sighs
Meet your quota for laughs
Before you die.

That’s my motto
Because times get too heavy
Laughter takes advantage
Of life in its brevity

Thanks to my co-workers Chris and Sarah for putting up with my humor during a busy day. Thanks to you, followers and visitors, for putting up with my humor.

Advice for Hearts

A word to the young,

Yours can be fooled

Usually when you’re foolish

Wreckless and never ruled.

A word to those who are gray,

Before you lay to rest

Stop pining for yesterdays

And make today your best.

A word for the lonely,

Don’t be offended by my tone

Sharing your journey is a choice

So is staying alone.

A word to the lost,

Open your eyes

And commit to find your way

Instead of living on lies.

A word to those who are filled,

Help us sift the truth from the tales

Warn us about chasing after empty dreams

And remind us that love never fails.