Words fly through the sky
Some clumped together
Some lone
“I’m”
some go slow
some go fast
“on”
It’s hard to reach out
Grab the ones you want
“fire”
Midnight Dancer (In memory of a cat I once knew)
High on a rooftop
The Cat silently dances
The moon backdrops his silhouette
Leaping from peak to peak.
Twisting turning in fluid motion
He takes delight in his natural agility
Never again did he come down to the ground
Instead he bounded
One roofs edge to another
Growing accustomed to the height
So comfortable
At total ease with himself
Fear fell by the wayside
And when he leaped
And there was no peak-
No peak on which to land
He merely stretched out his paws
Thinking he could land on the ground.
No More
Shy people blush red
And it’s been said
That red is the color of rage
Just go ask the sage—
No more poems, I have to stop
If I don’t I think I’ll drop
My hand hurts beyond belief
This is going to be such a relief
Click (sound of pen cap)
Ahhhhhh..
Time
Time passes to slow for me
Its drags on for all to see
It makes me wait for each day
Not knowing what’ll happen on the way.
I want to know! I can’t stand waiting.
Extra time leaves me debating
If I’m doing all right
Time causes this plight
I want to know what is to be.
I want time to show me.
So hurry up time, move fast.
But please don’t leave me in the past.
The Search
I closed my eyes and my mind exploded
I searched its depths, the dark and corroded.
The most original thing, I sought
So “me” it could not be bought.
I dove past the logical
I eluded the rational.
To my conscious I subjected my wrath
“let Nothing stand in my path!”
And there I picked the lock of imagination,
To unleash my greatest creation.
What I saw brought horror to my face
Quickly and securely I closed the case.
I came out to see
That there in the mirror was me.
“I need the rationalization
As much as the imagination
The balance I must maintain
Otherwise I’ll go insane.
Bored
There once was a guy
Who wished he could fly
And soar through the sky
And never ever die.
But they were just dreams
And it always seems
That they could never come true
Oh what was he to do?
Then one day
He went away
And met a strange man
The man told of a land
Where the sky is always blue
And everyone’s dreams come true.
But all you get is one
Just one and then it’s done.
So the man went to this place
And a smile came to his face.
He made a wish and it came true
But now he has nothing left to do
“Oh poo”
“I wish I knew”
Friends
I am a rock so cold,
And slowly the earth warms me.
I am an island,
And slowly the waves erode me,
I build a wall around my heart,
And brick by brick, it’s taken apart
Time’s Winged Charriot or American Dream?
Get up for work
Coffee to perk
Do the shopping
Scoop the dog’s dropping
Empty the trash
Cut the grass
Feed the fishes
Do the dishes
Clean the clothes
Clip my toes
Pay the bills
Take my pills
So many things to say
No time in a day
Give a kiss to my love
Repeat all the above
Put pen to paper?
no, maybe later.
Where did this come from?
While I was driving I somehow invoked the spirit of Emily Dickenson:
I Had No Time
I read magazines because I had no time for books.
I watched TV because I had no time for films.
I listened to the radio because I had no time for concerts.
I read facebook because I had no time for parties.
I watched sports because I had no time to play.
I watched porn because I had no time for sex…love.
I died because I had no time (for life).
Wedding Cards
Sometimes I am struck by the urge to write rhymes, usually when faced with having to write a card for someone. For more than one wedding I have bought large knives from the registry so I could use:
For your gift
I spared no expense.
Use it for cooking
Or home defense.
I had another good one that I made up recently and used only once and then I promptly forgot about it entirely until I got a neat poem in response via the thank you card. But I couldn’t remember what I had written. Today, after more than a year, I turned over a legal pad in my office and saw this scribbled there on the back of the cardboard:
A gift for you
Don’t think me a creep.
Enjoy doing what you do
wherever you sleep.
I hope it inspires you
to stay up and not sleep.
I had bought them fancy bedsheets.