I am
really very hungry, you know.
Why do
the dumb mornings drag by so slow?
I want
to eat my lunch – dig in – right now.
But this
one thing I won’t – I can’t – allow.
Because
then I will be hungry at two.
And that
won’t work for me – it will not do.
Because
at two I fight to stay awake.
And this
routine I can not, will not break.
If I
give in and eat my lunch too soon
Then I
face a very long afternoon.
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Here I am, livin my life
This life – my life – is my story.
As the director I decide
the character I’m gonna be. Continue reading
toe tick
Woe’t me,
I’ve been tick tin’t Monday.
For real tick,
Not ju’t taking a bum-day.
(cough, cough)
Quarantined
Mytelf for everyone’t t’afety.
Yes, I am back
and my time off was swell.
What happened last week –
I couldn’t really tell.
I remember it well
as if it were yesterday.
so much trouble from a right turn –
a right turn on a spring day.
Pretty much based on a true story. More or less.
Perhaps you have not heard the story of how Christmas almost was not.
All because two little girls who decided, Santa must be caught!
Now, I know what you might think – you might say, “There is no cause!
Why would someone want to try to catch Santa Claus?”
You’re not the boss of me –
you cannot tell me what to do.
I don’t want a lecture –
or a caveat of “If I were you…” Continue reading
What?! You wanna piece of me?
I am just a little pawn here
sitting on this game board called Chess
waiting to be moved, yeah, waiting
wanting to be thrown in that mess
of this game called Chess.
People call me unimportant
some may say expendable
but I respectfully disagree Continue reading
What do you want first, the inspiration to the poem or the poem itself (chicken or egg dilemma)? This blog isn’t really interactive so I’ll make the decision. Many years ago my family went on vacation to Yellowstone National Park and did not see any wildlife. Soon after we returned home, a moose wandered into the local cemetery. And when I say local, I mean local to my house (we live on the street right next to it). As far as I know, this is the only time a moose has roamed my neighborhood. I wrote this poem years ago based on this experience. Continue reading
Ahead of that big
ol’ season of the gimme
we get to be thankful
for what we have already.
