Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Friday, March 28, 2008

Wonderella


Don't ask me if I still love you,
what more need I do to prove it to you.
What is it that I do or don't do
that even makes you condider this question
I've always done as I thought you wanted
always placing myself in the second row
Your needs, like my needs however, must be made known
or should love include reading scattered thoughts
If you really want to make me think and ponder
ask me WHY I still love you,
then give me a week

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Hidden but here


Part of me says I need to stay, not hide
yet part of me tells me otherwise
which part do I listen to, which should I heed
or should I just go and don a disguise?

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Automat

Then..........
.
Auto this, Auto that, do you recall
the Automat?
Buster Brown, Buster Keaton, mowing grass for
Mrs. Seaton
.
Cracker Balls, Cracker Jacks, visiting the mail box
not the FAX
Penny Candy, Penny Lane, summer days long and
inane
.
Shooting marbles, Shooting stars, would we see man land
on mars?
Mister Greenjeans, Mister Magoo, Saturday mornings with Captain
Kangaroo
.
Golden eggs, Golden rule, days we woke to go to
school
.
Now.......
.
Morning coffee, morning paper, let's read about the latest
caper
Digital Cameras, digital watch, preferring vodka over
scotch
.
Wedding rehearsals, wedding rings, sometimes lose their status of
favorite things
Driving kids, driving range, sleeping in is oh
so strange
.
Days become, days gone by, years have passed where did
they fly
Counting blessings, counting bills, current thoughts regarding
wills
.
Growing up, growing old, rarely ever so pleasant
as sometimes told
.
So.......
.
Auto this, Auto that, what happened to the days of the
Automat

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Check Out


There was a time...
when daybreak meant nothing other than a new dawn
springing forth, emerging light
.
There was a time...
when happiness was simply taken for granted, not aided
by yourself, just deserved
.
There was a time...
when it was never going to end, life was easy and expected
to linger, forever more
.
There was a time...
when it started to change and splendid rays of sunshine
grew shorter, altering states
.
There was a time...
when days became months, months became rough years,
slipping by, a downward spiral
.
There was a time...
when you saw it had passed and knew you would never
could never, have time
.
...again

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Death - No emoticon needed

Death is a villain
that we can not stave away
attempt as we will

and

Blood becomes viscous
when it's dead and motionless
til it's dried complete

but

Caskets were not meant
to become the new homes of
the lives we once knew

and

Flesh will most times rot
when the life has gone from it
if given the chance

but

Pain does not always
follow a death unless it
somehow affects you

and

Hoping for heaven
helps the unsure with relief
when nothing is left

but

Tree roots cut in half
are always the result of
a grave in the woods

and

The heart is a pump
whose job is done when it stops
working on its own

but

Petals on the floor
can't be prevented even
at the florists wake