The Future

As I go down this road
I think to myself
What will the future bring
Will it be good
Or will it be bad
Or will it be some other thing

Before me a mist
A long hazy day
I can’t see what’s ahead
But I know I’ve been called
To take this path
And I know that I will be fed

This long weary day
Will be over soon
And as I start to reflect
I see God’s face
And his hands at work
It’s his will I have come to respect

I love you lord
Please look after me
And help me to do your will
And help all those
Who don’t know you yet
And those who know you still

Dreams of Snow

Skies of blue
Fields of green
Hills of with spots of snow
The mountains must be nice right now
I’d really like to go!

Sledding down
Snowy banks
And trudging up again
Making snowmen on a hill
And snow-angles near the lane.

A cup of cocoa
To keep me warm
And gloves and mittens too
But nothing’s better than a bowl
Of nice warm stew!

The day is over
In my mind
I find myself at work
Looking at the mountain through the glass
A simple dreaming clerk.

Goodbye

Goodbye my friend
It’s time for me to go
I love your smiling face
And the kindness that you show

I really hate leaving you
It’s very hard to do
I love you so very much
And all that we’ve been through

The time we spent together
The good time and the bad
I already mess you very much
It really makes me sad

You’ll always be a part of me
No matter the time or place
I’ll think of you most every day
And your bright and smiling face

* My last day of work will be October 14th.

The House

The house was sitting
By the river’s side
With the little old man
And his aging bride

They had moved there
So many years ago
He built it himself
Every nail he could show

They filled up their home
With children and life
Filled up with love
And sometimes with strife

With love and tenderness
They had all been grown
And now they all
Have families of their own

And then he’d sit
By the river and fish
She’d tend to the garden
And cook the dish

And once a year
At Christmas time
They’d gather together
A day so sublime


And they’d tell old time stories
And eat lots of food
And they’d unwrap their presents
Then the night would conclude

And each would go home
With a hug and a kiss
Then the old man and woman
Would sit and reminisce

But long ago
Was even this
And the old house sits
And begins to miss

The man and his wife
Who live there so long
Now the house is empty
And they are gone

No children come
To play anymore
No wife there waiting
At the door

Empty and old
It comes undone
Under the fading the rays
Of the setting sun

The Healing Art

I see patience
Yes I do
I see patience
How about you

Some are in their rooms
Laying down sleeping
Some are in their rooms
Sitting up weeping

Some are staring
Looking quite depressed
Some are smiling
Because they know they’re blessed

Some are sitting
In their rooms crying
Some just lay their
In their rooms dieing

Some are living
In despair
Some are patients
Who live nowhere

Some are young
And some are old
Most are good
With hearts of gold

Who will help them
Who will show
A healing kindness
Who will go

Do you care
About the pains they feel
Do you want
And wish to heal

Those that lay
Trodden down
Those that hurt
Without a sound

Come here then
With a loving heart
Come and learn
The healing art

Decisions

I sit at the brink
Decisions to make
The I have followed for so many years has lead me into rocky terrain
To go on means trouble
Men wait to me along it to take what I have
Stones are placed for me to stumble
But there are many beautiful vistas
And pleasant places to sit and relax
But if I go on, I risk what I have
Another path crosses
It is a weary path and where it leads I can not tell
I ask for direction
But no one is there to answer
Does it lead to a gentler road
Or does it lead to the edge of a cliff
A chasm with no way to turn back
Which way shall I take
Which way should I go…

The Bridge

A bridge over chasms
High and lofty seem
Though chasms deep
And sides are steep
The solution is supreme

So it is with us
These chasms we’ve seemed to built
But like them all
We build or fall
Or simply stand and wilt

So build with me
This mighty span
Over our unseemly gaps
And we will see
This wondrous plan
Will never again collapse

Sunshine

Sunshine, bright and early
You make me feel alive
Sunshine, warm and bright
Without you I’d not survive

You wake me in the morning
With your bright and smiling face
You set me down in the evening
With your warm and lovely grace

Sunshine
You’ve brightened up my life
Sunshine
Thank you for being my wife

Train Ride

I arrived at the station just in time to catch the last train out of town for the morning. This was my first time aboard a real train. I had been on a train ride once at Disney Land when I was young, but that was a long time ago, and only an amusement park ride. I had woken up fairly early, very early for me, but was still somewhat apprehensive about making it to the train on time. The sky was just turning that early morning gray as I clambered aboard this sleek silvery snake. I hunted around until I finally found what I sought, a seat by the window where I could view the world as it passed by.
I looked around the car, comfortable seats, some with tables, most already occupied by those who came before me: Here was a couple chit-chatting quietly over their morning cups of coffee; others were comfortably lost in slumber. A few had laptops, already starting their day’s work, while others silently looked out their windows and the new day coming, headphones on, listening to either music or stories.
Then we were off, the world rolling by to the tell-tail click-clack of the tracks. So often I had read, even heard on TV or radio this rhythmic song of the train; now I was experiencing it first hand along with the gentle swaying motion of the car.
Outside was a storybook in motion, a world waking to a new day. As we started I saw gardens that looked cold and forgotten, flowers spouting up for any that found her joys. In the distance the just rising sun illuminated the bright and glorious mountains in a blanket of softly glowing gold. Further along we came to a great bay; an island could be seen shrouded in her garment of morning mist. A lonely tugboat waited in the water for what ever load it was to move. Further along were fishing trawlers pulling in their morning catch. A heron sits on the shore looking for his morning catch as well.
On the other side are dirt clay cliffs, trees on the top and bottom, covered in brambles. A trail leads from the top to the tracks, under and out to the beach beyond. We pass houses of the wealthy and not so wealthy too. Soon I see a small town and then it’s gone to the passing of the train.
Finally to the city, where we pass behind warehouses, shops and unidentifiable buildings as well. Some are like new, all polished and clean, most look well used like an old pair of shoes, while others are boarded up derelicts, condemned, waiting to be torn down. Suddenly we are plunged into darkness, traveling under the city rather than through it. The few illuminating lights show of the tunnel show old high concrete walls with various pipes and tubes carrying the lifeblood of the city. It lasts only a few minutes but the darkness seems an eternity. Finally we see light again as we arrive at the station, under the city. I take the long flight of stairs up the noise of cars and the hustle of people starting their day in the city. As I look around at that people, cars and tall buildings, I reminisce about the wonderful journey I had taken and quietly look forward to touring homeward again.

Hurray for God!

Hurray for God
He created earth, sea and sky
And knows every answer
Like how, what and why

Hurray for God
Sings the trees and the stones
For all these things
He created and owns

Hurray for God
And all that he’s done
And that he sent us
His one and only son

Hurray for God
For the joy that he gives
And for the knowledge
That his son Jesus lives

Hurray for God
That we’re free from sin
Even from those
We keep within

Hurray for God
For each sunny day
I love you so much
That’s all I can say!

Hurray for God!

Welcome Home

You may be here
But I’m all alone
I see your presence
But there’s no one at home

You sit in front
Of the color TV
Or in front of your computer
Do you love them more than me?

I’m back you know
Or did you miss
This lonely girl
Who’d like a kiss

What ever happened
To the time we’d share
Don’t you still love me?
Don’t you still care?

And what of the romance
And what of the love
What of the life
You used to speak of

Now all you do
Is sit and stare
At that poor TV
Like nobody’s there

Rita

Wither the storm
That cloudy day
Torrents lay hidden
Held at bay

Yet tension is there
In the eye of the storm
Biding its time
Building its form

Lightning flashes
With a thunderous boom
The earth rattles and quakes
While the winds consume

Violent destruction
Wherever she strays
Then tears of grief
This game that she plays

And then she moves on
With tears in her eyes
A torrent of rain
Received from her cries

Lagniappe

The lord has blessed us
With so many things
Eyes to see
A tongue that sings

Ear to hear
A small bird’s song
The gurgling brook
We walk along

Yet blessed as I am
He gives me still more
He has for me
A lagniappe in store

At the day’s close
I look at the sky
And a beautiful sunset
Catches my eye

Streams of gold
In a deepening blue
Clouds of red
And pink I view

Then one by one
Tiny motes of light
Light up the sky
The stars I sight

And to light my way home
He gives me the moon
God’s artful presence
On a night in June

A Place I Once Called Home

Oh fetid nest
Of homeward bound
Ye putrid waste
Where all is found
My will shudders in great despair

Rancid groves
Of loathsome soil
Where noxious vermin
In reeking toil
I stop, whither and stare

How came this place
This mephitic abode
This once green land
Where happiness flowed
When I left to work and roam

Now I'm back
To this noisome folly
Finding rancid
What I once found jolly
A place I knew as home

Dragons

Dragons flying through the air
Circling high overhead
All of you people better beware
Or else you’ll end up dead

Piles of treasure stored in their cave
Looking so rich and fine
Luring the foolish, the greedy, the brave
They eat them all in a line

Where can you find them
Why do you ask
You may as well be dead

North of Shevem
Through the forest of Bask
That’s where the dragons tread

So go get in line
The dragons don’t mind
On you they will probably dine

But if you come back
And the dragons attack
Then we’ll make you into the dragon’s snack

So go there and die
If that is your will
No one will mourn you
Under the dragon’s hill

But if you've got luck
And manage to live
Then don’t you get stuck
You’ve got treasure to give

October

October is filled
With brown falling leaves
And pumpkins orange in the patch

And the cool autumn wind
Dry rubber boots
And cookies made by the batch

Pumpkins that grinned
Shirts with long sleeves
And taking out warm winter coats

Darkness distilled
An owl that hoots
Children shoving candy down their throats

A View Into Insanity

I’m eating outside
While the rain falls around
And a cool wind blows as well

And empty chair sits beside
With no one to talk
No company has come as of yet

Thinking and dreaming
Of trees dripping brown
Of leaves and branches still wet

It’s all just a seeming
An illusion to walk
And illusion that doesn’t quite gel

The End of War

Swirling droplets of darkening gloom
Dropped by gods in the sky
Bringing the people a haunting doom
Making all living things die

Choking and wheezing
They fall to their knees
Death carries onward
Along with the breeze
A covering death
Wars own disease
Hatred is chilling
And starting to freeze

The devil is waiting
By hells fiery gate
Welcomes you baiting
So sad, too late

Grimacing gargoyles

Grimacing gargoyles
Up in the loft
Always so stony
Never so soft

With hearts of stone
And eyes that peer
Looking for all that’s wrong

A dismal tone
They shed not a tear
Trying to look very strong

Are you a gargoyle
Is there stone in your heart
Can you see love
Or are you too smart

Life’s not worth living
If you live it alone
Try to find something more

A life of giving
Not a heart of stone
And you’ll feel much better than before

Poetry Scrapbook

Department Meeting Time

Dozens of mint
Cover the table
Helping us to stand one another

Papers with hints
Schedules if able
Some people ducking for cover


Terry
Waiting on Terry
Where has he gone
He’s probably gone into hiding

Better for him
But what about us
With everyone screaming and fighting

Apart

Soft and lonely she sits by her phone
Desperately waiting for someone to call
She sits through the night waiting to see
If her someone has missed her at all

The time that they spent together
The love they tried to share
She wonders if he’ll call her
She wonders if he’ll care

If in time she’s blown away
By a very nasty storm
If she hungry if she’s dead
Or even if she’s warm

Sadly and scared, she makes her way home
Who only knows what she’ll find
Will he be there, will he still care
Or will she be left behind

Time

The second hand moves
In rhythmic form
Tick tock tick

Time moves on
Lives are shorn
Tick tock tick

We go through the moves
Living our lives
Tick tock tick

From evening till dawn
In our bee hives
Tick tock tick

What are we doing
And why do we care
We live our lives
Like there’s nothing out there
But what of the burdens
That other’s can’t bear
Tell me the reason why

Give me a reason
Give me a cause
Tick tock tick

Give me some meaning
From life’s lonely jaws
Tick tock tick

In God’s own season
I turn to the cross
Tick tock tick

I find what I’m seeking
And not all is loss
Tick tock tick

Simple Acts of Kindness

A simple act of kindness
Can go a very long way
A cheerful smile, a friendly hug
Can brighten someone’s day

At times people will talk to you
Give them a ready ear
Let them talk their troubles out
Let them know you’ll hear

So many people are troubled
And living in despair
Find a way to brighten their day
And let them know you care

If kindness ruled our daily lives
Instead of selfish waste
The world would be a better
Kinder, gentler place

Adventure

Trees and leaves pass me by, a wonderful blur of green
But hidden below at a slow pace are animals left unseen

A thickening fog envelops us
Those of us who ride this bus

And we're transported far away
Where we've gone none can say

The ride's more bumpy, an old dirt road
And on the hill, a king's abode

A lofty castle on a mountain top
With circling dragons that never stop

But on we go to a little town
And there we're greeted without a frown

To women and children and old men too
Who invite us all to a big to-do

We park the bus and go to the inn
Where people eat and play within

And I hear a sad tale of the Princess of dale
And how she was captures and held for sale

With no one to rescue her she sits in a tower
Guarded by dragons she waits by the hour

Moved by the story I ask for supplies
And look for help, someone to advise

They tell of a dungeon with an entrance that is hidden
That few even know of so I can enter unbidden

So donning my armor, I leave right away
With a bow and a sword in case I must slay

A dragon they told me? Well that just can’t be!
Dragon’s aren’t real, they’re just fantasy!

I rode to the castle, under the cover of dark
And found the back entrance and began to embark

Down through the dungeons I began to explore
Searching all over for stairs and a door

Suddenly lights and noise came my way
It looked like there were guards that I surely must slay

I hid on the side so that I just might get past
I just about made it, but the saw me at last

They pulled out their swords and with blood in their eyes
And ran at me fully in an attempt to surprise

But I had a trick, a surprise of my own
A big bag of marbles on the floor I had thrown

Down on the floor, the guards all went
Their energy and courage had all been spent

It took me not time to take care of them all
I tied them all up after their fall

Then I picked up my marbles and onwards I went
For the princess my heroism I would present

Stairs at last, and up I did go
Making sure that no guards were above or below

I went through the hall all stuffed full of treasure
I took a gold staff just for good measure

I tied on a string, it was just the thing
I might need in case guards were in the wing

Everywhere I went I carefully checked
The guards were much closer than I did expect

So slowly and carefully I rolled out the staff
And lured the guards and cut them in half

I ran up the stairs to the towers top
The princess was there but I could not stop

A dragon was there all scaly and red
With fire in his eyes, I thought I was dead

Quickly I lunged, the dragon was surprised
I was not as afraid as he had surmised

He tried to bit me, I jumped over his tail
His bite sunk quite soundly as I heard him wail

I then took a slice a the back of his neck
I hit him quite good, and then hit the deck

For smoke was coming from each gaping hole
As if the dragon had been filled up with coal

I struck yet again and again
I struck at him more with total disdain

And when I stopped and noticed he’s dead
I chopped one again, severing his head

Then the princess and I did speedily leave
Our freedom we quickly sought to achieve

The guards were all running all filled with dread
The guards quite scared now that the dragon was dead

And we rode off to town at a quarter to eight
With the princesses return we did celebrate

Then back on the bus we finally went
Our adventures were over I began to lament

And sometimes I wonder under dark starry skies
About all of those friends and our long sad goodbyes

The Lost Letter

I lost a letter
I meant to send
It was going to
A very dear friend

She came to our home
And stayed awhile
She made us laugh
She made us smile

She stayed for a month
Then had to go
Our beloved
Little Hanako

I wished her well
In all she does
A more wonderful person
There never was

To have her here
Was such a delight
Our happy days
Were nice and bright

But now she’s gone
And I tried to write
And now it’s gone
Out of sight

I hope I find it
Very soon
I’d like to send it
This afternoon

Bills

Bills, bills, bills
They pile higher and higher
Bills, bills, bills
I think I’m beginning to tire

I work all day
I work all night
The pile keeps getting higher and higher

But I still can’t pay
They’re out of sight
I’ll never be able to retire

Bills, bills, bills
I just don’t know what to do
Bills, bills, bills
I think I’m drowning in bill stew

If I Was Only....

If I was only ten
And could live over again
I’d change many things
To see what live brings
And play practical jokes on old men

If I was only nine
That would surely be fine
I’d chase lots of girls
And tie up their curls
Now that would be truly divine

If I was only eight
Now that would truly be great
I would be really handy
And eat lots of candy
Though I’d probably put on some weight

If I was only seven
It would be like living in heaven
I’d go out and fish
And cook up a dish
Of trout and bread that is leaven

If I was only six
I’d surely be full of fun tricks
Like an electric shock pen
And an old rubber hen
I’d do it just for the kicks

I’d try to learn how to drive
I’d take dad’s old car
Though I wouldn’t go far
And we’d show on TV all live

If I was only four
Now that surely would be a bore
I couldn’t go out
I’d just sit and pout
And I wouldn’t be able to explore

If I was only three
I’d go try to climb and old tree
I try to go high
And climb up to the sky
And swing upside down in glee

If I was only two
I don’t know what I would do
I couldn’t do much
Just stand and clutch
To whatever I saw, even you

If I was only one
Then I’d end just as I begun
I still couldn’t run
Or have any of fun
And my poem would surely be done

A Cleaner Version

There once was a man from Kentucket
Who carried a mop and a bucket
He’d wash all the floors
And clean all the doors
Then into the closet he’s stuff it.

The Man Who Ate Flies

There once was a man who ate flies
And he always thought it quite wise
To give them a toss
In white creamy sauce
And serve them with burgers and fries

Fire Hydrant

A fire hydrant
Red and white
Upon a sea of green

Ready there
Waiting to fight
Fires yet unseen

Someday we’ll need you
Of this I know
Your worth you’ll get to prove

But now you sit
With weeds that grow
In time you will improve

The Lost Kingdom

The shifting sands
Of the desert plain
A timeless past
It covers a shame

Of a land that was ruled
By avarice and greed
Enslaving others
To fill its needs

A mighty kingdom
A world to rule
Never in kindness
They were harsh and cruel

Then the land turned
In vengeance and wrath
Destroying them all
In a fiery bath

Now all that’s left
Are the shifting sands
Covering a shame
As time demands

The Lamp Post

A lonely lamp post
On an abandoned street
Surrounded by dust
Where we shall meet

Its light still shines
In the darkening day
And here I wait
And here I stay

Homes that are no more
Fallen and covered by time
I sit and wait for you
Well beyond the time

But you never come
On that lonely night
Or any others
That I may sight

But like that lonely lamp post
In a desolate land
I’ll wait for you
Just as we had planned

The Coho Café

Hungry people come to me
I like to make them happy
It feels so good to cook for them
Even though it sounds real sappy

A salad for Sue
A burger for Joe
I make fresh bread
I kneed the dough
I do all this
Because I know
The happiness is brings

Smiling faces
Where ever I look
There is Greg Reed
Today’s special he took

From seven to two
We’re open each day
Come by and meet me
At the Coho Café

A Simple Profession of Faith

You think it odd
I worship a god
Of wrath, love and fear

I’ll tell you though
To him I owe
All that I hold dear

He is a friend
On whom I depend
And always stays quite near

When I need to talk
We simply walk
And he always lends and ear

And when I’m ill
Or don’t have the will
His presence is always here

No matter how old
Or what may unfold
He’ll be with me year after year

So don’t think it odd
I worship a god
Of wrath, love and fear

Because him I know
And in him I grow
And his love is always sincere

Pictures

A little gray tree
On paper white
Drawn by a girl
Who drew all night

Why don’t you sleep
I questioned her
Because I am drawing
Upon this fur

I like to draw
These pictures you see
All of them drawn
For you from me

And then I looked
And all around
Were pictures and pictures
Of all she found

She sat on the fur
And drew all day
She drew all night
She didn’t play

When her paper ran out
Then she’d be done
Her last piece of paper
Had the rising sun

The Swastika

The swastika of old
Has fallen from its path
And now is a symbol
Of destruction and wrath

A symbol of hope
Luck and joy
Became an evil
Nazi toy

Bringing terror and pain
Wherever they went
Till all the goodness
And hope was spent

Now when we see it
It brings no more joy
All we see now
In an old Nazi ploy

Spitz dog

Spitz dog
Ritz dog
Oh my gosh
It fits dog

Spitz dog spitz dog
Sitting on a log
Next to a pond
Talking to a frog

A prince I was
A prince I’ll be
I’ll find my princess
Just wait and see

Spitz dog spitz dog
Where you going to?
I’m going to find the princess
Just for you

Spitz dog spitz dog
What you got there?
I found you a princess
With long curly hair

And the prince and the princess lived happily ever after

The End

The End of Freddy’s Great Facade

A great façade it seemed to be
Hiding his anger where no one could see

A happy face and cheerful smile
While deep inside all the while

In a secret place he would steam scream and vent
But no one around would see his bent

Or so that is what he often thought
But reality is not what it ought

People saw, people knew
People watched as his anger grew

But because he hid his anger away
His problems grew most every day

Then Freddy’s anger burst one day
It started like fire in old dry hay

It built up fast, it never slowed
Upon his anger he rode and rode

And in his mind he seethed and goaded
Until finally his head simply exploded

It was nothing big that started his end
It was something that Freddy could not comprehend

Much like a riddle it was simply that could not wait
Why in the world do they sell hot dogs bun in packs of six and hot dogs in packs of eight….

The Bear and the Mouse

The bear in the wooden house
With clock upon the walls
Crafted himself a wooden mouse
That walks along the halls

The mouse was run
With clockwork things
Like gears and pendulums
And hands and springs

So he always knew
What time it was
Time for breakfast,
Lunch or dinner because

The bear would sit
And plan and think
And often forget
To eat or drink

So the mouse would find him
And tell him the time
And make him get up
Go and dine

And the bear would thank him
And wind his spring
The mouse would thank him
And start to sing

And such did happen
For a very long time
And they would sit and talk
About numbers prime

Like seven and thirteen
Eleven and nineteen
Two hundred and forty eight thousand
One hundred and nineteen

And often they wondered
How far they would go
Like irrational seeds
They seemed to grow

And they worked on strange numbers
Like Planks constant and Pi
Often irrational and weird numbers
Would catch their eye

So they would sit there and talk
Together in their math
Eating and thinking
And sometimes taking a bath

And so they were
And still are today
Thinking about math
Like a game they play

Dear Ariez

Daddy’s girl
With a loving smile
Kind and sweet
All the while

Creative genius
Locked inside
Coming out
With great stride

You’ll never know
Just what you mean
The happiness you bring
Often goes unseen

But know that
I am always here
Watching you quietly
Year by year

And if you need me
I’ll be there
All that I am
I’m willing to share

I love your kindness
Your gentleness too
I love you all
Through and through

A Happy Poem

A blank sheet of paper what will I do
I think I’ll write a poem for you

With happy thoughts of love and joy
Of the warm summer days we all enjoy

A poem of bees and flowers with butterflies too
With monkeys and orangutans on a walk at the zoo

Gardens so full of sweet smelling flowers
That you could sit and smell them for hours and hours

With Rainbows and sunny days
And skies of blue and warm sunny rays

And Nights all dark with pretty stars
While dogs howl and sing and play guitars

We’d sail on ships across the sea
Such a pretty poem it all would be

And all of it just for you

Friends at Lunch

Two friends laughing
Smiling, giggling
Chatting over lunch
Animated, wiggling

Sharing stories
Thoughts and jokes
Some things are true
Some are a hoax

Enjoying time
Spent together
Wishing that lunch
Would last forever

Puddle Jumping Time

The rain has stopped
A day sublime
Let’s all go out
For puddle jumping time

We don out boots
And rubber coats
And run outside
Around the goats

We see a puddle
Big and round
It looks real good
So off we bound

I splash you
And you splash me
It looks like we’re having
A splashing spree

We splash and play
Till it starts to rain
Maybe tomorrow
We’ll puddle jump again

Morning

A world of grey
The twilight scene
Faded and mute
Colors unseen

In the distance
A silver line
Turning to gold
The morning shrine

The sky lights up
Red yellow and gold
Just as it did
In times of old

I sit and wonder
Watching the skies
About the people of old
Watching the sun rise

The Storm

Rain falls
Streaking gray all around
Rain falls
Making a pit-pattering sound

Wind blows
Trees sway to and fro
Wind blows
The rushing sounds go

Lighting strikes
Brightens the deepening gloom
Lighting strikes
Making a thunderous boom

Quieter and quieter
Things come to a still
Quieter and quieter
The air starts to chill

Hail falls down
A hard white poise
Hail falls down
With a crackling noise

And then it starts again
The storm rages on
And then it starts again
I sit and watch, withdrawn

Alphabet F through J

F

Freddy
Frog
Filched
Fifteen
Forks
From
Frolicking
Fran’s
Finch
Farm


G

Giggling
Girls
Get
Goosebumps
Gathering
Graphically
Grown
Grapes


H

Harold
Hippo
Heroically
Hunted
Hot
Horses


I

Imagine
Intensely
Irate
Iguanas
Introducing
Ice
Intravenously
Into
Igloos


J

John
Joyously
Jumped
Jellybeans
Judiciously

Bad Poetry

Snow white kitty
Sitting under a table
Trying to fall asleep
If only it was able

Poetry too long and sad
Poetry to make you glad
The poetry I write is really bad
I should probably write a fable.

A wizard found the kitty cat
And turn her into a girl
Taught her lots of magic spells
And took her for a whirl

They went and found some dragons
And turned them into wagons
And used them to carry the loot
They thought it was a hoot

And now we’re at the end
I’m sure you must be glad
But if you like bad poetry
You just might be sad

Home Sick

Laying
Sleeping
Feeling
Ill

Up my
Spine I
Feel a
Chill

Someone
Tells me
Take a
Pill

I grab
The glass
Oops I
Spill

I get
Another
Take the
Pill

Head is
Swimming
What a
Thrill

Wizgang’s Wondrous Shopping Mall

Come one, come all
Come here and see
Our magical ware
And drinks are free

We’ve got powders and potions
And wondrous things
Like a magical harp
That plays and sings

A mirror of primping
That’ll make up your face
And no wood is needed
For this warm fireplace

Wands that do mending
Or make a bright light
Envelopes of sending
And glasses of sight

A magical blanket
That always stays warm
No matter how cold
No matter the storm

And socks that will warm your
From your head to your toes
And a magical faucet
With a magical hose

We have magical boxes
That always keeps things cold
And magical vases that keeps
Flowers from getting old

From magical paintings
That change on demand
To magical books
Which light and will stand

A magical stuffed bear
For children to play
And all of this stuff
Is on sale today

What ever your fancy
We’ve got it all
Right here at Wizgang’s
Wondrous shopping mall

Hidden Messages

I sit, looking up at the holes in the ceiling tiles, wondering if there is some hidden message in the chaos of dots before me.
When I was a child, I used to collect sticks and branches that had lines carved in them, the trails left behind by termites, and think that they were cryptic messages left there by God. All I had to do was decipher the lines. I know better know, but still I wonder…. Could there be something there?

City of Despair

Grey clouds hand over the city.
Buildings go up to be lost in the haze.
A light drizzle starts.
The homeless people huddle closer to the buildings sheltering themselves with their signs and old newspapers.
One woman softly cries to herself while rocking back and forth…. Another one of the forgotten.
A jet flies high overhead.
The sounds of cars and busses fill the air as they make their way down the soggy streets.
The sky darkens as the street lights come on, offering what little hope they have on the dim landscape around them.
People hurry home, at least those that have a home; the rest huddle together where they can for warmth and security.
Gray rains falls on the cold concrete sidewalks.

An Effort in Futility

A long wooden table takes up the room. We sit around, a stack of papers in front of us, discussing our setbacks and lack of resources. Where did all our resources go? And then there’s time tracking and documentation. Furious weeks have been spent catching up and we nearly are, but not quite yet. Just a little more time, just a little more. Next week, vacation, and then back to the treadmill. Maybe they’ll cut more staff… Maybe me…

A Handy Poem

Little hands
Big hands

Helpful hands
Happy hands

Soft hands
Pretty hands

Healing hands
Feeling hands

Loving hands
Praying hands

Busy hands
Giving hands

Expressive hands
Quiet hands

A good hand
Is always in demand

Comatose

Lost in a world
Unable to see the realities around
Hopelessly hurled
Yet lost in a dream

Slighting the One
Without even a clue
Probably should run
But doesn’t know where or why

Stuck in a dream
No energy to move
Can’t hear the scream
Or the disaster that ensues

The Call

I sit at the window
Looking out on a luxurious blue sky
A farmer’s field rolls on to the tree lined hills beyond
A butterfly dances from flower to flower on the patio before me
Its dance calls me
The trees call me
The warm blue sky calls me
But not for now
Now it is time to go back to work
Later I will explore these wonders that call me from my seat
Later I will go….
Later….

Office Music Monotony

Clickity click
Tippity tap
Clickity click
Tippity tap
Jabber on the phone


Clickity click
Tippity tap
Clickity click
Tippity tap
Time for a smoke break…. But only for those who smoke!


Clickity click
Tippity tap
Clickity click
Tippity tap
Jabber on the phone


Clickity click
Tippity tap
Clickity click
Tippity tap
Is it time to go home? No, it’s just lunch time.


Clickity click
Tippity tap
Clickity click
Tippity tap
Time for another smoke break…. Again, only for those who smoke!


Clickity click
Tippity tap
Clickity click
Tippity tap
Jabber on the phone


Clickity click
Tippity tap
Clickity click
Tippity tap
Time to go home

Dragonfly

A dragonfly flies by
Making a strafing run on the pond
A hidden frog strikes
His long anti-aircraft tongue downing its prey
The battle is won…
For now…

Today....

I feel like crying
But I don’t know why
My life is filled with love and joy

I feel like crying
But I’ll only sigh
God’s love will see me through

Thoughts On Creativity

There is a fine line between creativity and sanity. Often this line is crossed when one is in the midst of creative thought. As long as one makes it back with his mind intact everything is OK.

Be careful out there.... ;-)

The Color of Words

Pink and purple
White and grey
Swirl around
My head all day

Black and green
Red and blue
Go here and there
And tumble through

They come in fast
But soon retreat
And color my world
A daring feat

These poems I write
They come to me
Not so hard
But naturally

Inside my head
The wiggle and play
So many words
It’s hard to say

They color my life
A wonderful toy
Some to bring happiness
And some to bring joy

Some words are dark
Like the darkest of nights
Filled with cries
And terrible frights

Some words are light
Like the brightest day
And make you go out
And dance and play

These words they tumble
All around
Inside my head
They make a sound

To get them out
I write them down
Bringing smiles to others
A glorious crown

All these words
Are part of me
Look deep inside
And you will see….

The real me.

A Healing Wind

Wind blows
Through a warm sunny field
People sit
Waiting to be healed

Trees sway
The green goes away
To lighter shades
Of brown and grey

I sit and watch
And calmly stay
In rippling fields
Of wheat that may

Lighten loads
Of souls that weigh
And asks them nicely
To come and play

The people jump
And laugh and pray
They skip and tumble
And play all day

A cheerful breeze
Has come this way
In fields of wheat
Rye and hay

Wind blows
Through a warm sunny field
People laugh
As if they’d just been healed

Charlene

Charming
And
Really
Lovable an
Enthusiastic
Neighbor to
Everyone

Philip

Pleasantly
Helpful
Indulging
Love
Increasingly
Popular

Kayleigh

Kindness
Always
Yearning
Loving
Everyone
Ingenious
Games – (Who wants to play?) and
Helpful

Ariez

Artisticly
Resourceful,
Intelligently
Enthusiastic and
Zany

A

Alex
And
Ann
Ate
Apples
At
An
Arbor

B

Bob
Bought
Betty
Beautiful
Bluebells, just
Because

C

Clarabelle
Cow
Called
Claude
Callous

D

Dainty
Dogs
Daringly
Danced
Disco

E

Enormous
Equestrians
Eagerly
Eyed
Edward’s
Eyeglasses

I Don't Know

What is this?
I don't know
Where am I at?
Where did I go?

What am I thinking?
I'm really not sure
I just hope that someone
Will quickly find a cure

What am I writing?
Well, ya really got me
Here, take a look
What do you see?

One

One is a lonely number
Alone in the world
With no one to stand with
It often gets hurled

From this place to that place
And that place to this
Searching for something
That’s always amiss

Never quite happy
And longing for love
Looking for others
To be a part of

One is so lonely
All by itself
Dreaming, if only…
While being put on a shelf

The lights go out
With no one around
And darkness enfolds
Without even a sound

Two

Two is a friendly number
That never is alone
When apart from one another
They’re often on the phone

A pair of hands
A pair of feet
A pair of friends
Who like to meet

At quiet café’s
And mountain sides
Quietly talking
About all that hides

In quiet groves
With hidden springs
They sit and talk
About fears and dreams

Two is a magical number
Complete and unified
Two hearts and one
Finally satisfied

Three

Three is a number
That’s truly divine
The trinity of God
Is most surely a sign

First is the Father
With justice and might
Who watches and guards over us
By day and by night

Second is the Son
Who came from above
And gave us salvation
With mercy, grace and love

Third is the Holy Spirit
Who lives deep inside
And tells us what to do
And acts as our guide

Yet not individuals
The form a trinity
A single god with three parts
A mystery for all to see

The Fly

There is a fly crawling
On the window where I sit
He doesn’t worry about falling
No, not one bit
I wonder what he’s thinking
Or quietly having a fit
Or looking for something stinking
So he can sit down and eat
He turns to me and starts blinking
And says he’s looking to meet
A pretty female fly
And take her out for a treat

Winter

The sun shines down
This cold winter day
Snow has fallen
And Children play

Snowmen and sled rides
And snow angels too
Throwing snowballs at loved ones
And friends throw them too

It’s warm by the fire
Where I watch them all play
Making them cocoa
For the end of the day

And then we all snuggle
Warm by the fire
And listen to stories
Till all of them tire

Then off to bed
I make them all go
And by the window I’ll sit
Watching the falling snow