I’m a gonna leave this town.
I ain’t gonna stick around.
I’m a gonna leave this town.
Go ahead and look but I won’t be found.
poem
A reason for every season
According to
the calendar
there is an order to everything –
autumn must
exit before
old man winter comes a calling.
Otherwise,
the snow will come
and weigh the branches down –
until all
the branches will
be broken on the ground.
My blue little alien
My blue little alien is sticky
sticky, sticky.
He is a gift from my buddy
to me, to me.
BUT
he does not stick to the wall,
he does not stick to the wall at all.
He does not stick to the fridge,
he does not stick to the fridge one smidge.
He does not stick to the door,
He does not stick to the door anymore.
He does not stick to the window,
he does not stick to the window SO
Kate said, “Maybe he will stick to the ceiling.”
I replied, “He will not stick to the ceiling I’m believing.”
BUT
Kate became boss and gave him a toss
and I could not believe what I was seeing –
my blue little alien stuck to the ceiling!
AND
he did not want to come down.
Oh, my blue little alien is sure a clown.
© 2013 ck’s days
Slipped away
She watched him
load boxes in the car
and hoped he
wouldn’t go too far.
Their two children
cried and hugged him so
and begged him
to stay and not to go.
He looked at
her and she looked down.
It was best
if he didn’t stay around.
She didn’t
feel anger any longer
So very
tired but a little stronger.
Yesterday
she grieved their love
But today
her heart was tough.
And she
remembers the day
before they
let it all slip away…
Life was good once.
She felt blessed once.
She had love once.
She knew happiness once.
All before life slipped their love away.
He placed one
red rose beside her name.
The last two
years just haven’t been the same.
He looked down
at the engraved stone.
Then turned
and slowly went home.
He looked at
old photographs and smiled.
How he wished
they could talk again for awhile.
The days
sure felt longer
He’s still
sad but a little stronger.
He just missed
her every single day
and wished
she could have stayed.
And he
remembers the day
that she
had to slip away.
Life was good.
He felt blessed.
He had love.
He knew happiness.
Before life slipped his love away.
© 2013 ck’s days
It’s kind of like mixing these two songs together:
Let that Pony Run by Pam Tillis
Love Me by Collin Raye
I like…
I like the fall…
I like summer even more.
I like pink Starbursts …
I like purple Skittles even more.
Wyoming Rain
I wanted to go for a bike ride
but I waited around.
Then the sky turned dark
and the rain came down.
Just like that
He said,
“I think I love you,”
and just like that and just that quick
a party of one became a party of two.
This town
Look
This world is filled with imperfection –
it is hard to know what to do.
Everybody could use a hero –
someone to look up to.
Thanks to you
I know how much
you like to control things.
I see your forte
is clipping others’ wings.
ck's days 