I came to the rescue just a little too late
The damage was done
A sealing of fate
If only I’d been there – so profound
I’d have saved that ice cream
Before it hit the ground
RESCUE…NOT! … a silly poem
SPIROGRAPH… a poem
Concentric circles
All around
In the air
And on the ground
They have me leaping
Here and there
Nowhere safe
Should I care
My drink it sits upon the bar
Next to the eyes
Within the jar
No, pickles must be what I see
Have I been drugged
Oh yes, clearly
So if I must endure this dream
A spirograph I choose to be
CHEW TOYS, NOT!… a poem
Given the hand that feeds me
I shall bite, no more!
It’s cold, and wet, and dark out here.
A dog house? What’s that for?
From the cat, I heard a rumor
That Master was very upset.
Her shoes were there and teasing me…
Did I chew them?
Oh, you bet!
Now, here I lay, so lonely
In the backyard where I can see.
The cat on the sil
With a smile on her face
Looking out on me!
MY SHOES… a poem
Please, if you choose to walk in my shoes
Don’t you dare stray
Have a quick look around
And then walk away
It’s hard enough for me
To shuffle around in this place
Without tripping over your stuff
And falling flat on my face
So, if I find you’ve been here
And you were conscious and kind
I’ll invite you again
To walk further next time
TAKING OUT THE TRASH… a silly poem
Broken and all drugged up
He was needing him some stash
He tried to steal
The purse of my gal
So, I took out the trash
FUNK AND JUNK… a silly poem
I sit and ponder
And sometimes cry
Sometimes I laugh
I don’t know why
The confusion that’s swirling
Inside my head
Keeps my hopes alive
Which is better than dead
And if I put things off
Just a little bit more
Then tomorrow creeps in
Faster than before
So maybe I’ll concentrate
And work through this funk
And like a slow computer
Delete all the junk
EAT THE FUDGE… a silly poem
If I had only let go
When the anger began
There’d have been no turmoil
But pride ruled this man
Overcoming adversity
Was always taught to me
Yet, I let my guard down
And the darkness broke free
Now I sit in this cell
Awaiting the judge
I said I was sorry
I should have eaten the fudge
MY MUSE… a poem
Muse, oh muse
Where have you gone?
You’ve taken my poetry,
and you’ve taken my song.
We use to be close
In love every day
But in the blink of an eye
You just went away.
I hope that you come back
To me with a smile.
And say, “Hello baby!
It’s been quite a while!”
And I hope you bring with you
Poetry of love
Of humor and drama
And inspiration from above.
But until you return
I will still miss you so.
My fingers are ready
When you’re ready to go!
OH, STAMMER… a thought
Stammering…
It’s not just a way of talking…
Sometimes, it’s the way we write, too! Ugh!!!
ROCK BOTTOM… a very short story
And then I hit rock bottom… I thought to myself, if not aloud, “This is it! I’m all washed up and literally on rock bottom. Things in life cannot get any worse! All the work… all my life… and now, rock bottom. I guess that’s it! Nothing to do but… Ooo, that’s cool! It kind of looks like a fossil or something! I wonder if there are anymore around here. There’s another one! Wow! Who knew rock bottom could hold so much promise? Huh!”
The End
