9/26/11
A job is someplace that you go so you can earn your keep,
To place a roof above your bed where you can't fall asleep.
9/23/11
A friend's success we hear by word of mouth,
Is no less very pleasant news indeed.
A happy tale transferred by any route,
Is welcome to be told and to retell.
Yet fortune heard firsthand is without doubt,
The kindest way to have such news received,
For when we are included and sought out,
The blessing then becomes our own as well.
9/20/11
There once was a person who needed to show,
That he was the best and the smartest of all,
And even in times when this just wasn't so,
He learned to inflate things, no matter how small.
Thus people would think he did more than his share.
Of course, if he couldn't, he simply would steal,
But give minor credit, to prove he was fair,
And make his contrived contributions seem real.
He'd always agree, whether falsehood or true,
Unless he could profit from shooting you down.
When no one was watching, he'd ask what you knew,
Then make you look small with his betters around.
He did all these things to help get him ahead,
This talentless hack with an envious thirst.
The irony is, one fine day he was dead,
And for all his plotting, he'd gotten there first.
9/19/11
Words running rampant,
For every detail,
Thread like a serpent,
That eats it's own tail.
No resolution,
As each cycle breaks,
Waxing solution,
Then waining opaque.
Soon we are swallowed,
By all our own thoughts,
Proffered and followed,
Then countered and caught.
Whirlpools in oceans,
Which drown and destroy,
Spiraling motions,
Encircling a void.
Growth in slow tangents,
Like shell on a snail.
Words running rampant,
For every detail.
9/18/11
At times we find ourselves involved,
In needed fits of exercise,
A newfound passion and resolve,
To physically achieve our best.
More oft than not this task revolves,
Around financial enterprise,
Investment as a means to solve,
The issue of our laziness.
For nothing else will guarantee,
Our promises remain intact,
Than offering a precious fee,
Ensuring we obtain results.
We join a club and hope to be,
Enabled through this costly pact.
For only by these means shall we,
Behave at all like grown adults.
9/16/11
A weekend without any plans,
No chores or projects to complete,
No set appointments or demands.
Two days, an unmarked, clean white sheet.
A canvas bare and waiting still,
For color, structure, shades and light,
Left for our pallette minds to fill,
With varied options of delight.
When, years from now, we reminisce,
Upon our long lived histories,
Those times we count most full and rich,
Will be such empty days as these.
9/15/11
All morning meetings set to start at eight
Are no doubt scheduled by a beast from hell,
All other groups conveneing sanely late,
Will surely settle matters just as well.
No tangible advantage is obtained,
Conscripting the exhausted out of bed,
Except resentfull thoughts and mental strain,
Ensuring none remember what was said.
All morning meetings set to start at eight
Are no doubt scheduled by a beast from hell,
All other groups conveneing sanely late,
Will surely settle matters just as well.
No tangible advantage is obtained,
Conscripting the exhausted out of bed,
Except resentfull thoughts and mental strain,
Ensuring none remember what was said.
9/14/11
There are some days where nothing works at all,
It makes no difference how hard one may try,
Each new initiative will fail and stall,
With no result as hours fritter by.
Each impetus is rendered impotent,
All giving leaves the world with something less,
Our final course must be abandonment.
And claiming that we simply tried our best.
9/11/11
No poetry describes a sense of loss,
When true acuity can't be conveyed.
No weighty words can balance out the cost,
That comes of what is gone and can't return.
Time is the only scribe that speaks a verse,
Which calms the horror of a heart that aches.
It's meter, measuring the pain at first,
Becomes our story as we slowly learn.
No poetry describes a sense of loss,
When true acuity can't be conveyed.
No weighty words can balance out the cost,
That comes of what is gone and can't return.
Time is the only scribe that speaks a verse,
Which calms the horror of a heart that aches.
It's meter, measuring the pain at first,
Becomes our story as we slowly learn.
9/8/11
An injury shall never heal the way we might expect,
But lingers as a lasting patch of vulnerability.
When wounds subside we must abide their phantom-like effects.
Incorporating all their reoccurring misery.
For as a laceration seals, it leaves a telling scar,
A record of the sad event. A lasting signature.
And every suffered harm that heals will add to who we are,
Each jagged line defining us like maps of where we were.
9/6/11
The teeth are like a record of the life that we have led,
For all along their marred and pitted surface they contain,
The evidence of how our bodies are maintained and fed,
Each vice betrayed by every altered shade and subtle stain.
Such evidence, we may attempt to brush and polish clean,
But expert eyes identify indulgence, binge and sin.
Still, it would seem, that those with teeth, perhaps not quite pristine,
Will tend to be, despite these flaws, those who most often grin.
9/3/11
The air is crisp. No buzzing bites annoy.
Beneath a breezy, clear, black, starry sky.
The crickets sing for us as we enjoy,
A feast of corn, grilled fish, and homemade pie.
The calming fire mingles warmth and light,
Between the happy laughter shared by friends.
At last, a perfect, restful summer night,
That falls upon this day the summer ends.
8/28/11
We wake to sounds of pounding rain,
And howling winds beyond our walls,
That make our shelter creak and strain,
As nature's unchecked fury falls.
The giants of the unseen heights,
Above the clouded canopy,
Decend for violent, crazed delights,
And godlike games of anarchy.
Beneath the turmoil of the air,
We strive to gain some small control,
But as the tumults toss and tear,
Despite our efforts, we must know,
That we, the helpless wriggling prey,
Of some great beast that has us caught,
Through slap and batter, pounce and play,
Must suffer what the fates have wrought.
8/27/11
We watch the mountain as it fades from view,
And vanishes behind a veil of grey,
The sky assumes a dark, opressive hue,
As, prematurely, night obscures the day.
All movement 'neath the ground, songs of the trees,
All living things that scurry, scratch and crawl,
Are silent as a pause in eulogy,
Awaiting, timidly, the hammer's fall.
8/22/11
A spouse is one with which to dream,
To plan and build with great resolve,
For through our love we are cajoled,
To strive and venture unafraid.
A spouse is one with which to scheme,
And think of ways to fix and solve,
The problems caused by all the holes,
Our mutual ambition made.
To trip and stumble to the floor,
Is much less fearful, come to find,
Your foolish falls accompanied,
With each unwary step you take.
A spouse is one whom you adore,
As partner in each heedless crime,
To face life's fortunes carelessly,
And laugh through every new mistake.
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