Writing simple poetry, song lyrics and short stories has become so important to me over the past few years. When I began my words were therapy for me though at the time I didn’t realize it. I certainly never considered how impactful these words would become in my life and, from time to time, in other’s lives too. What thrills me most is the feedback and how many different opinions and interpretations I get from one poem read through the eyes of others. When I write the words simply flow without me getting too caught up in whatever theme may arise. It simply starts with a line or sentence then blossoms from there. I’ve been told it’s a gift, and while somewhere deep within me I believe that to be true, I wonder why it took so long to develop even as it continues to grow. My grandfather was a writer, so perhaps that is where the answer lies. Regardless, I hope you find some meaning, some smiles, some tears or something else worthy of your time here within these scripts.
the monsters came I was not prepared.
Even my granddaughter had the right idea when she told her mommy, “When
the bad guys come in the night, I will punch them!” Yeah, I should have heeded the three-year old’s
Too late! I didn’t turn on the light when I reached under the bed and the monster got me! So much for being brave. My only salvation is that I screamed like a woman (not an attractive sound for a man in his mid-50’s), and my wife jumped out of bed and turned on the light.
the heck is going on?” she queried. “Umm…
I… umm… I thought I was being grabbed by a monster under the bed!” I managed to
squeak out. “Bad guys in the night? Buahahahahaha! Get in this bed and go to sleep! I have a long day tomorrow.”
to say, after a few minutes, the bed was giggling from the laughter that was unsuccessfully,
under great attempts to be quelled. You
know what I mean!
it was not a good night for sleep! Maybe